Page 80 of Games with the Orc


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I pursed my lips, brushing my fingertips up and down Khell's ass. "Hmm…I don't know."

"Sunny," Khell growled—a warning.

To be fair, he usually took care of me after a spanking and before guests arrived. But somehow when he got his way like this, I always felt like he was still in charge, still leading the game.

"I don't think I will," I murmured, tiptoeing my fingers between his cheeks and rubbing them down his crack to his hole.

Khell gasped, his entire body trembling at the minuscule touch. "Petal, please."

And this time, his begging was in earnest.

"I'll make a deal with you," I said, a grin growing on my face. "You can come…if you can catch me."

Khell stiffened, head lifting and turning to glare at me. "Catch—"

"Are you ready?" I asked, backing away from him slowly.

"Sunny, I am chained—"

"Get set."

Khell stood and glared down at the chains that he and I both knew he could get out of with little effort.

"Go," I whispered.

I darted for the door of the cabin, and Khell let out a snarling laugh behind me. I would give myself a decent head start, maybe thirty seconds, maybe less. And we still had a good twenty minutes before anyone might be expected to show up. It was risky and ridiculous and entirely the kind of game we liked to play.

I left the door hanging open, darting up the stairs and into the woods, gasping at the roar that echoed from the hidden cabin behind me. We had a good ten acres of woods behind our house—situated just far enough from Chicago to afford us real space—and no neighbors directly next to us. It was private enough for an orc and his mate, and perfectly suited to Khell and me.

I ran, giggling already, heading directly for the house, and I knew the moment Khell had escaped. He made no effort to sneak up on me, growling and grunting and snapping fallen branches under his stamping feet. My legs and lungs burned as I bolted down the path, heading for the brilliant edge where the shadows of the woods broke into our backyard, rosy and glaring with the setting sun.

I was nearly to the edge of the woods when I saw the metallic gleam of a car roof bumping along our driveway.

"Damn eager orcs," I muttered, my feet stumbling as I slowed. Either our friends had set out early, or Chicago traffic had been forgiving for the first time ever.

I spun to warn Khell, but I was too late. My orc was on top of me, wild and grinning, scooping me off my feet and throwing us both against the base of a massive tree.

"Khell, the guests—" I gasped out.

Khell's eyes barely flicked beyond the trunk of the tree. "I see them. I caught you."

"We can't now," I whispered.

Khell smirked at me, his hands clasping the backs of my legs and wrapping them around his bare hips. How had the sneaky bastard run with his pants down?!

"We will," he growled.

"But they'll know!"

"They will," he said.

And then his thumb caught the edge of my underwear, tugging it aside. He plunged inside of me, clapping his hand over my mouth as I cried out.

"You made a deal with an orc, petal," Khell snarled in my ear, not waiting a moment before thrusting, fucking me against the tree. My arms tangled around him, fingers gripping at the once tidy shirt. It would be wrinkled from my sweaty fists when we finally greeted everyone.

His hand moved from my mouth, claws digging into the trunk near my head, fastening us in place.

"Fast and hard," I said, bucking my chin up, challenging him with narrowed eyes.

Khell grinned, tusks gleaming. "Hold tight to me, mate."

"Always."

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