Page 7 of The Orc Next Door


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But, now, there’s no doubt.

I’m hot for the orc next door.

ChapterThree

Tigor

Ishrug my shoulders on a groan, the ache from down low worse than ever, but I’m not strapping myself down anymore.

The sexy, brown-haired human has seen it already and best she make peace with that part of me because I now know it belongs to her.

Like she belongs to me.

Emmie.

Emmie.

Emmie, do you take this orc to be your lawfully wedded husband…

The words have played on repeat inside my head throughout the night as I sat on her porch. Orcs do not marry, theymateand that is that, but I have come to know from Raven that human females and males crave this ceremony that binds them together.

At times, the mating does not occur until after the marriage, but she said that’s unusual. Most humans like to ‘drink the milk without buying the cow’ in her words. None of it makes sense to me, but if this human female that is my mate wishes to marry, then we will marry. If she likes to drink milk, I will get her milk. Somehow.

But, there is one thing that is not up for negotiation.

Wewillmate.

And the sooner the better. I’ve scented her arousal through the night and fought the urge to do as I have in the last days and go jump into the pool in the back yard of my dwelling.

My reaction to her has intrigued and troubled me. A deep obsession has rooted itself and although I was not seeking a mate, now that she is here, I will lay waste to any human, orc or kingdom that tries to keep her from me.

The bonding with her when she stood at my front door last night was instant. I had wild thoughts of dragging her to my bedchamber, pinning her against the wall and sinking into her fertile warmth, driving myself and my thick seed deep into her belly.

I would bite those nipples that teased me through her t-shirt last night, then lick her lush body from her nose down to her tiny human toes. I know from the little Mol has said, that mating is more than breeding. He does not elaborate, but the way he and Raven disappear into their dwelling for hours on end and come out languid and satisfied by something other than a feast, leaves me anxious and impatient to know all the pleasure I will give and receive with my mate.

It took all my will to not break down her door last night and find my relief with her, willing or not. I would never hurt her, but the fire she’s lit inside me has thoughts of binding her and breeding her in ways I’m not sure are legal.

The sun breaks through the trees and between two half-burned houses across the street as I rumble out an exhale and stand.

A small click from behind draws my attention as I start to turn, and a shriek pierces my eardrums, buckling my knees.

Orcs have few weaknesses, but high-pitched noises are one of them.

I spin, hands slapping over my ears as the small boy I now know as her ‘brother’, Darrell, stands in the doorway, looking terrified. He’s wearing blue nighttime clothes humans call PJ’s or something with these yellow cartoon type characters wearing big googles all over them.

“Emmie!” Another scream, not as damaging through my hands but still unpleasant. “There’s anorc on the porch!He’s right here! We need to run!”

I shake my head, daring to take my hands from my ears and waving them in front of me, gesturing in what I hope is some non-threatening way.

“No. I am Tigor.” I step forward, palms out in a surrendering gesture, but the small human delivers the worst of his screams, doubling me over, the thickness of my cock like a pendulum between my legs.

“Emmmmmmiiiiieeee!”

I’m on my knees, my thumbs pressing into my ear holes as the piercing sound from his mouth debilitates me.

It’s been less than a full turn of the earth around the sun and this female already has me kneeling.

“What?” Her muffled voice gives me comfort as she races down the stairs, her brown eyes frantic, wearing only a loose, short white robe that shows off her dangerous curves and the crease of her cleavage, which only makes me suffer more.

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