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“And did you go home with him?” My tone was even, but my hands trembled on the steering wheel as I waited for the answer. I gripped it tighter, my knuckles turning ashen.

“Yes,” he said hesitantly. “But, Cyrus, we didn’t do anything together. I couldn’t, so I left. That was how I ended up lost.”

I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel. It wasn’t up to me to tell Nico whom he could and couldn’t have sex with, but the thought of another orc holding him at night filled me with a level of jealousy I’d never experienced before and, quite frankly, didn’t think I was capable of experiencing until Nico left me. It had nearly consumed me before I finally fell asleep a few blessed hours earlier, and it came back with a vengeance now as Nico spoke about my replacement.

“He wasn’t like you at all,” Nico continued. “He was nice enough, and I think he was going to fuck me like I wanted an orc to, but he was a logger and he made fun of Sylvan and – and…” his voice trailed off.

“He wasn’t the right match for you,” I finished for him.

“No.” He shook his head. “Once I got to his house, I realized that I didn’t even want to hook up with him before getting out of there. There’s only one person in the world I want to be with these days, and, I’m beginning to think there’s only one right match for me in the whole entire world.” He glanced in my direction and inhaled shakily. “Except that I’m an idiot and I already let that match go.”

I could have sworn my heartbeat stopped for a second before returning harder and faster than ever before. “Oh?”

“Yeah, and I’m not sure how to get him back.”

“Maybe you don’t have to try to find a way to get him back. Maybe if you just tell him what you told me, he’ll be happy to take you back.” I turned onto the road that led to my neighborhood, driving straight past Nico’s apartment.

“You think so?” he asked.

“I know so.” I pulled into my driveway and parked the truck. “Look at that, we’re home already and it’s not even morning yet.”

“Yes,” Nico smiled, “we’re home.”

27

NICO

Cyrus unlocked the front door to let us both inside his house. I realized now that I didn’t need to apologize to him after all. He didn’t want an apology, and he probably wouldn’t accept one no matter how much I insisted. All he wanted was to be loved and cherished, and I could finally give him that.

I couldn’t imagine life without him anymore. I’d already lived it for a few days and I hated it. This was where I was meant to be, in the house with the couch that my legs dangled over, the bed I had to climb up, and the stove that I practically needed a stool to cook at. None of that mattered as long as Cyrus was by my side.

“Shall we go straight to bed so we don’t miss too many more hours of sleep?” Cyrus asked, turning to face me after locking the front door behind us.

“Oh, uh, yeah, that would be fine,” I said, a little disappointed that the night was ending here.

“Or,” Cyrus continued, “would you rather we sacrifice our sleep for what we really want?

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, I think I would prefer the second option.”

Cyrus smiled back. “I thought you might.”

Without waiting for another word from me, he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom, setting me on top of the bed with an effortless flair only someone as strong as an orc could manage.

“I believe you’re ready for the final step,” he told me.

My chest fluttered. “Are you serious? Tonight?”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do. But you were so adamant before about –“

Cyrus put a finger to my lips. “Never mind what I said before. It’s time now, especially if we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. You, my dear fellow, are going to have to get used to me.”

I stopped protesting. It was obvious that Cyrus was fully on board, and as long as he wasn’t doing this just to keep me interested in him, I was happy to finally get what I wanted. Except, the difference now was that it wasn’t the only thing I wanted out of Cyrus. I wanted so much more now, and to be fucked by an orc was only one thing far down on the list compared to everything else I wanted to experience with Cyrus.

His lips met mine for just a few seconds, and in those seconds he conveyed to me all the passion that we held between us. We were meant to be together, even though our bodies didn’t look like they were made to fit and our desires seemed to clash half the time. All that, which had seemed so monumental a week ago, was trivial now. There was so much more between us than the physicality or the surface-level ideas we had of each other, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen past those before.

Cyrus pulled my shirt off and turned me over, instructing me to get on my hands and knees. My jeans came off next, followed by my underwear, which I kicked onto the floor. At some point, Cyrus had removed his clothing too, removing every last barrier preventing us from being together.

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