Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I hiss and wince as the water hits my battered girl zone, and Mol looks upset.
“I am sorry. It will get better. Your body will adjust. I will lick you to sooth you, would you like that?”
“No.” He looks hurt. “I mean yes, I would like that, Daddy, but maybe right now the bath is best.”
“Agreed.” He dips a hand under the water and slides it up my thigh before slowly stroking my folds with a single thick finger. “I can pet you though. I need to keep touching you.”
I let my head rest on his chest as he pulls me next to him. He toys and swirls around my clit until I’m on the edge again. This entire day has been crazy. My body aches where Mol has left his bite marks but I have a confusing pride knowing he’s marked me.
“Holy heck.” I wiggle against his finger, my nipples tingling tight as Mol watches me intently. His eyes are hungry, deeper red now as he leans forward and kisses my lips, my orgasm quivering through me, and I wonder if this could all be some very intense hallucination.
The muscle in his upper arm moves as he works his finger lower, teasing my battered entrance but all of a sudden, the pain doesn’t matter anymore. His face is hard, lips thick and brow tight, dark hair pulled back, secured in that leather band. He’s sexy. Handsome in an orc sort of way, but there’s no mistaking the feelings I have for him. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise.
What will my parents say when I tell them I’ve been claimed by an orc? Probably bred with his child as well. He filled me with so much bareback orc spunk, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m pregnant now.
That thought makes my lower belly flutter and my brain feels foggy. He lifts his hand from the water, maneuvering me so my head tips back into the water, my body supported by his knees.
“Close your eyes, baby. I will not let you go.”
“I believe you.” I say as I let my eyes flutter shut. “I want to go back to the festival though. I need to see about my bus. And my friends.”
The things I left behind come streaming back. I’ve been lost in this crazy orc fantasy and ignored real life for long enough.
Still, do I believe I am Mol’s mate?
Yes, I do. But, that doesn’t mean my life before now meant nothing. Means nothing.
“If it is important to you, little one, Daddy will make sure you get what you want. As long as you are not in danger. I will give you everything.”
Floating on the water, I feel the distinct hardness of his cock against my back. I peek through my heavy lids and see the most magical sight.
The entire tub is glowing. Lit from below by his dick.
“This whole glowing thing,” I say, giving him a grin. “Sort of an ET phone home vibe, only dirtier. And bigger.”
“Who is this ET?”
“Oh, another creature that came from the sky. Only, he went back home.”
“You are my home now, Selthe, and I am yours. Wherever we are, we will have each other. This I promise you.”
“One thing, my name…”
He tips his head, the ridge of his nose creasing. “You will tell me your name now that I’ve fucked you, fed you, bathed you…this is a good idea. Patience is not my best quality, but I tried, for you.”
“You did very well, Daddy. My name is Raven.”
A low rumble makes the water vibrate. “As in the bird.”
I nod, closing my eyes again, staying in the moment as I let the disaster of the world outside drift away.
“My Raven. My Selthe. My perfect little bird. I will protect you forever.”
Chapter
Eight
Mol
Light is breaking through the horizon as I lumber back toward my cabin. I took care of what was necessary as quickly as I could, my every thought back here with my mate. My little girl, my obsession.
I make a stop at my mother and sister’s, gathering the package I asked them to prepare when I set off early.
“I hope she likes them. She’s little, they are child sized.” Athaan smirks. “You look…” She squints, taking the last bite of meat off a rib bone then throwing it. It bounces off my chest as I tuck the bundle under my arm and growl. “Happy. That’s it! Is that your happy face, Mol?”
My mother smiles next to her. “That’s his mating face. I want ten babies.”
“Let’s make sure she can live through having one,” Athaan says.
“She will be fine,” my mother says as fear rakes through me. “Mol. She will be fine.”
“I have to go,” I grunt, spinning and heading toward the firepit where Oran and a few other males are setting logs and preparing a newly hunted deer.