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Six
Standing next to Shona at the helm of the boat as they headed out to sea, Tor was still simmering with rage.
She’d been mistreated. By a scumbag vampire. That sudden hollow look on her face, the way her features pinched when she spoke about him told Tor everything.
It had got close to something bad happening. Something this beautiful woman could never have come back from.
Matteus. He’d put the name in the back of his brain, never to be forgotten.
Tor shuddered inwardly, fists bunching at his sides.
If he ever fucking came face to face with this Matteus prick he’d rip his vampire skin off his bones. Then break each one of those bare bones in his big fists. Prise his wings from his shoulders and cast them to the four winds.
Gods, how he loathed vampires.
He glanced sideways at Shona as she stared out to the horizon. She was hugging herself, looking pale and vulnerable. Maybe she was just cold from the breeze that was whipping up as they got further out to sea. And that flimsy little dress, gorgeous though she looked in it, and her gossamer-thin cardigan would be doing nothing to ward off the wind.
He wanted to put his arm around her, pull her into his warm chest, kiss away the pain in those baby blues.
Shit, there he went again, the urge to protect her slugging into his chest with the force of a fist. Sure, he’d known he wanted to fuck her from the moment he laid eyes on her. That was a given. He was a damn orc, for the gods’ sake, and his species were known for their high libido.
He’d had liaisons with all kinds of creatures over the years, but he’d kept away from humans, even though quite a few had expressed interest. He was never sure how they’d cope with the size of his cock.
His knot.
Oh yeah, he’d had no trouble sating his lust with a myriad of species. Perhaps loved a little too, one time. A feisty succubus with a touch of human in her forebears, so she’d told him. Over one season they’d rutted so frequently without protection, it was amazing she didn’t fall pregnant to him. But she hadn’t. It was probably the human in her. It wasn’t an easy thing for an orc to sire a child with a human—possible, but not common. Which was lucky, because he hadn’t been ready to settle down. And then the succubus had decided to move on. She’d wanted to join a circus, and they’d agreed she wasn’t the staying kind.
He'd missed her for a while, but it had faded over time.
But that relationship had led him to wonder if perhaps one day this rolling stone orc might want something more. With someone.
Except… he’d never considered it could be with a full-blood human. And now, ye gods, he seemed unable to consider anything else.
It made no sense.
Shona was shivering now. To hell with it, he decided. He ripped off his leather waistcoat and put it round her shoulders. The leather was thick, still warm from his body. Orcs always gave off plenty of heat.
She turned and looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Oh—thanks.”
“It will keep off the chill as we get further out to sea.”
He watched her slender fingers pull it around her body. Stifled a smirk when her eyes panned across his now completely naked chest. Her gaze rested on his tattooed pecs, then traveled down his six pack to where the muscles v-ed sharply toward his waistband. Two flashes of color rode her cheekbones as she realized he’d caught her looking.
Quickly, she turned back to watch the ocean.
A startling feeling of want swept through him. Damn it, he wanted to possess her.
Hell’s demons, he was no better than that fucking vampire piece of shit.
Different monster, same ownership crap. What was he planning to do, have her braid her hair so he could pull her around by it, as orcs used to with their mates? Push her down on a rock and fuck her without preamble?
Get your mind out of the gutter. She’s so out of your league.
Even so, he couldn’t resist another covert glance at her, his gaze hungrily tracing the line of her profile, her full upper lip, her slender nose, the fine line of her brow. He let his eyes roam over his leather waistcoat, relishing how damn good it looked on her.
Gods, she was perfect.
They’d make perfect orclings together.
