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“What about what I like?”
“You like pleasing me? Or, was that a lie as well?”
My heart wrenches in my chest. “No, it wasn’t a lie.”
He huffs, walking to a cabinet on the wall, and I feel the warmth between my legs as I watch his tight ass and the ripple of his muscles as he goes. Even under the leather pants, he’s got quite the ass and the stack of muscle showing under the leather criss-cross straps is epic.
Oran returns with a white cloth and some purple liquid in an old-looking bottle. He tips it over, wetting the cloth, then brings it to my head as I wince and try to smack his hand away.
“That burns.” His arm is like concrete and as much as I push and fuss, there’s no way I’m going to stop him from doing what he wants.
“There, little one. Daddy has to take care of you and sometimes, yes it will hurt.”
His voice is deep and gives me this swirling feeling and I hear myself say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He runs a hand down my hair, the bottle and rag now on the bench next to me.
I’m surprised when he lowers himself in front of me, pressing my legs wide.
“My tongue wants more. I will help you forget about running. I will make you forget you are hurt.”
“Holy be’Jesus.” I lock my elbows and lean back, letting my head fall as those two tongues come out to dance, and heat ignites in my lady bits.
I listen to the sounds of pleasure he makes as he does magical things between my legs. There’s something about being chained that makes me less anxious if that makes any sense. It’s as though the chain has set me free somehow. I’m at his mercy, I’m his to do as he pleases, and I can’t get away.
It’s so erotic, I’m on the edge in a split second. All the control I’ve hoarded the last few years, the running, the anger…it was all fear. Something I told myself I couldn’t…didn’tfeel. But, with this shackle and an orc between my legs, I feel as safe as I ever have in my life.
“You like this filthy beast giving your wet little cunt pleasure, don’t you, my mate?” He hits me with a hard look that demands a truthful answer.
I nod. “Yes. Very much.”
“Say my name.” He growls, sending a wave of heat over my skin.
“Oran.” He jerks back like I’ve hit him, and I realize my mistake. “Daddy.”
Relief crosses his scarred face and without another word, a tongue slips up inside me as the other doubles down on my clit and I’m gone. Lost in bliss. In a white-hot lusty, dripping climax that leaves me breathless and boneless.
My throat is raw and dry from moaning and screaming as Oran stands, leaning down to kiss me and share the pleasure he drew out of my body.
“Now,” he says, standing, his voice hardening. “You will stay here. I will figure out how to free you, but you must stay here now. Keeping you and your family and my family safe is complicated, and I must go speak to my people. Make sure they do not come looking for me before I have a plan.”
“Oh no. Who’s using who now? You eat me out like that, then drop the bomb you are leaving. How is that any different than what I did?”
He considers that for a moment, then shrugs. “Maybe it’s not.”
“You’re right it’s not. So, no crying in your beer that I tricked you, because pert-near-sure your tactics are not far from mine.”
“Shhh, little human.”
“Why don’t you ever use my name? Ivy. My name isIVY.”
He looks like I just fed him a lemon, his mouth opens, then closes again as he shakes his head. “No. You are little one or Drozna.”
“Why? Orcs don’t use first names for their…mates?Am I going to be entrenched in some misogynist orc culture?”
He rubs one of those huge mitts of a hand down his face. Frustration clenching his jaw as he leans down, hands on his knees so we are face to face.
“In my language, Ivy means…” He swallows, drawing back his lips, giving me a full view of those tusks that I have to say, feel pretty nice against my inner thighs when he’s going to town down there. “Shit.”
