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“There will be dead bodies.” I grumble. “If anyone tries to take what is mine, there will be a thousand dead bodies. Butyourbody, my mate, will be many things, but dead will not be one of them. Not while I’m alive.”
ChapterFour
Raven
Iwant to bemad.
I mean, Iammad but…I’m something else too.
Turned the heckon.Which is crazy balls because this orc…well, he’s anorc. I’ve seen plenty of orcs up close, but I don’t remember ever touching one.
Let alone, being touched by one. And this one? Geez, he istouchingme, touching me.
His cantaloupe sized hand clenches my ass. The pressure from his sausage fingers borders on painful, but as much as I kick and swear and curse him, the thing that keeps racing through my mind is what he said while I hung over his shoulder.
I’m his mate?
As in,mate?
And, the others said something about abreeding program?
The darkness of the woods has an eerie green glow like I’m wearing my night vision goggles, only I’mnot.
The screams and sounds of the coalition assholes back at the festival fade into the dark as my heart rattles in my chest. I think of Chloe and Levi and others I know and hope they are safe. Gangs of the coalition exist in almost every orc settled state. It wouldn’t be the first time they rained down chaos on a festival and ruined the little bit of fun people have tried to crowbar back into their lives.
“I need my bus,” I say as the orcs slow to a walk. “It’s my home. My business. My studio. I have to defend it.”
“Your bus is not a priority.”
“Maybe not toyou.” I snap, wiggling and twisting but his hold on my butt is ironclad. “Icanwalk, you know. Where are we going?”
The only answer is his heaving breath as the orcs on either side of us stare ahead, lumbering forward, cracking branches off as they walk. I settle in for a bit, a strange sense of comfort and safety envelops me and I try to stay in the moment.
They walk in silence for a long time and I notice, the green glow seems to be coming from the one carrying me. I strain my neck, looking around, then raise my hand and bring it down in a hard slap on the back of his leather kilt where it covers what I now know is a concrete-hard ass.
“Buns of steel,” I mutter, sparkles dancing behind my lids from all the blood rushing to my head. I don’t want to admit that hanging here with his fingers nearly splitting my ass crack is making me horny, but the gathering warm tension in my belly is hard to ignore.
“What is your name, human?” he asks, the vibration of his low voice rippling through my body. “I am Mol, my family name is Lakktra. I am leader of clan Vrogkol. Now, tell me your name.”
“My name is Nunnya,” I hiss, letting my hands dance on the hard muscles of his back, my mouth watering as my touch seems to ignite an immediate rush of heat on his skin.
“This is a nice name. Nunnya.” He grumbles as low voices from ahead filter through the trees. “I have not heard this name before for humans.”
“Yeah, really?”
“Yes, what is your family name. Nunnya…what?”
“Nunnyabusiness. Now…” I slam my clenched fist into his butt again. “Put.” Pound. “Me.” Pound, pound. “Down.”
I kick and curse and punch until I’m out of breath, then huff out a string of obscenities.
“Ah, now I understand. You are a lacdol. Or, in human words, abrat. With a…what do they call it? Trash mouth.” He says as we break through the trees into an open camp with several fires burning and crude but well-built orc structures fanning out into the distance. “Let’s try this again. I am Mol, and your name is…”
“Lacdol.” I say as the weight and grip of his hand releases from my rear and I realize this is my chance. I buck and push off but the sting of a hard slap on my ass blinds me, making me yelp and wince. “Oww,Jesus. That hurt.”
“I am not Jesus. I am Mol. You will tell me your name.”
“I’m not telling youanythingand don’t spank me again or…”
