Page 10 of Accidental Orc Daddy

My friends are momentarily stunned into silence, their eyes wide with shock and amazement. But they quickly recover, whooping and cheering as they celebrate the fact that I've managed to score yet another beautiful woman.

And yet, this one is far different from any other.

As we break apart, I can feel my heart racing and my breath coming in short gasps. The woman's eyes are wide and bright, and there's a sly smile playing on her lips. I can tell that she's just as affected by the kiss as I am.

We stand there for a moment, our bodies pressed together and our hearts pounding against each other’s chests. And in that moment, I know that I want to spend the rest of the night with this mysterious woman, exploring every inch of her with a need so strong it shocks even me.

Pulling away, she locks eyes with me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The look on her face is one of astonishment and desire, and I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she tries to catch her breath.

Then, with a sly smile playing on her lips, she leans forward and presses something into my hand. I'm too caught up in the moment to focus on what. I can't stop staring at her.

She pulls away abruptly and turns on her heel, leaving me standing there in a daze. As she hurries away, I can't help but watch her go, admiring the way her hips sway.

Behind me, my friends are stunned into silence, their eyes wide with amazement. They've never seen me like this before, so completely and utterly captivated by a woman.

"Well, I'll be damned," Maui says, breaking the silence. "I never thought I'd see the day when Mustaf was speechless."

My friends erupt into cheers and laughter, but I barely hear them, my gaze locked on her retreating figure. There's something about the way she moves, the way she carries herself, that just draws me in and makes me want to follow her wherever she goes.

As she casually plucks a glass of wine from her table inside and takes a sip, I finally glance down at my hand. Realizing it's panties, my knee-jerk reaction is to stuff the crumpled fabric into my pants pocket.

Normally, I'd show them off to the guys, but for some reason, this time I don't want anyone else to see. I feel almost… possessive of this complete stranger. I stuff the thought down with the panties, unwilling to reflect on it just now.

"Mustaf, my man!" Dragan says, clapping me on the back. "You've still got it!"

I can't help but grin, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me. It's not every day that I manage to attract the attention of a woman like this, and I can't deny that it feels good.

But as much as I'm enjoying the moment, I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this woman than meets the eye. There's a spark in her eyes, a fire that burns bright and fierce, and I consider what it would be like to stoke those flames and see where they lead.

“Wish I could get a woman like that to kiss me the way she just kissed you,” Fordan grumbles, downing the rest of his glass.

The idea of him kissing her fills me with a dangerous sense of anger.

Sitting back down, I can feel a predatory hunger stirring within me, not just for the kiss but for the enigma that she represents. Our brief encounter leaves me restless, craving more. I watch her every move like a hawk, my eyes tracking her as she moves through the crowd, a mixture of confusion and anticipation stirring within me.

As I watch her, I find myself wondering what it is about her that draws me in so powerfully. Is it her confidence, her poise, or the way she carries herself with such grace and ease? Or is it something deeper, something that I can't quite put my finger on?

Whatever it is, I know that I need to see her again, to talk to her and get to know her better. And as the seconds wear on and she makes her way to the dance floor, I can feel my anticipation building, my heart racing every time she looks my way.

"Hey, mate," Dragan says, nudging me with his elbow. "You gonna go talk to her?"

I force myself to tear my gaze away from her and turn to my friend with a smile. "She'll be back," I declare, the certainty in my voice belying the inner question that gnaws at me—will she?

CHAPTER 5

Meiko

As the final chords of the song fade into silence, I find myself standing alone in the center of the dance floor. My chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath pulling in the heady air that hangs heavy with heat, perfume, and possibility. But it is not only the exertion of dancing that has left me so breathless.

My mind races with flickering images and sensations from my encounter earlier – deep brown eyes catching mine from across the room, a smile like the edge of a blade, the electric shock of lips meeting in a moment of uncaged longing. These memories swirl within me, stirring feelings I do not yet have words to name.

My tongue slides along my lips, savoring the aftertaste of his whiskey-infused kiss.

Sandra emerges from the throng, a smile playing at the corners of her crimson lips. "Still thinking of your handsome stranger?" she teases, pressing close to be heard above the din.

I attempt a careless shrug but can feel the color rising in my cheeks, betraying my tumult of emotions. "Don't deny it, we all saw your tonsil hockey," she continues, dark eyes glittering. "That’s what I like to see!"

Shifting my gaze across the sea of swirling bodies, I find him once more where he leans against the bar, long fingers curled around his drink. His pale eyes catch and hold me fast, their keen scrutiny stirring my pulse anew though we stand worlds apart.

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