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He laid down, tugging me along with him, keeping me between him and the fire.
“You don’t need to stand watch?” I asked softly.
“Feyla will do that for me. She’ll hear shaydes coming closer before I will, and she’ll attack while sounding the alarm.” One of his arms curled up near the hilt of his mace and the other remained snug around me. “Sleep, mate. I’ll rouse you in the morning.”
“I wake up early already.” At dawn, most days. Between brewing tinctures and potions and tending to those in need of my healing skills, my day was full. I wasn’t the only healer in the village, but even without bragging, I could easily state I was better than most. My fellow villagers would suffer with me gone.
Eamon was an incredibly stupid mayor for not seeing my worth outside of warming his bed.
Jaus tugged me tight against his length. I’d protest our closeness if I wasn’t savoring his warmth. This male was a second fire, and it wasn’t long before my eyelids started sinking from exhaustion.
His cock prodded my ass but for now, I’d trust him not to stuff it inside me.
Chapter8
Rhoslyn
Iwoke to Jaus smacking my ass. “Get up, tiny mate. No more slumbering by the fire for you. It’s well past time for us to leave.”
Sitting up, I peered around, noting Feyla chewing grass as she stood in the center of the meadow, her spiked tail sweeping back and forth slowly, and her intent gaze scanning the surrounding forest.
I turned my attention to Jaus.
“Damn,” I said. “I was praying you were a nightmare who’d flee before morning.” I shoved my hair out of my eyes and tidied it in a hasty braid. My bladder protested the movement, and I dreaded telling him I needed to enter the woods once more. Last night, it was dark. Now, he’d be able to see everything.
Jaus’s lips split in a big grin as he watched me fix my hair, his strong tusks gleaming brightly in the sunlight. “I’m your fondest dream, tiny mate, never your nightmare.”
“For a male who doesn’t want me, you sure keep suggesting you do.”
“Rutting is one thing. Wanting is another.”
I huffed. “It works both ways.”
“For now.”
Rising, I started toward the woods. “Are you suggesting you’re going to fall in love with me and beg me to return your affection?”
“I’m not concerned in the least about that.”
“What does that mean?” I paused while I decided how best to avoid a big cluster of brambles ahead.
He lifted me up and dropped me on the opposite side. He was handy for that at least.
I walked a bit farther with him right behind me, his hand on the hilt of his mace.
“I won’t fall in love,” he said. “But you will. You’ll succumb like every other female claimed during the hunt.”
I huffed. “I hold my heart, and I don’t easily give it away.”
“As do I. But it’s common for those fated to orcs to love their new mates fiercely and quickly.”
“I’ll prove that notion wrong.” I sent him a scowl. “Turn, please.”
He rolled his eyes but did so.
After I was finished, we returned to the now dead fire and Feyla waiting.
“Back up on my vox, tiny mate,” he said, swinging me up easily, positioning me to face Feyla’s tail. One leap, and he sat with me, tugging me up onto his lap. Now my legs had no place to go but around his hips. His arm encircled my waist, and his feet moved subtly beneath us.
