Page 6 of Claimed By the Orc

Perhaps some of that young orc still lived deep in me.

“We are not what they say we are,” I agreed. “We make our own choices.”

She nodded shakily, her breath caught, and I heard her heart race. Predators at heart, orcish senses have always been keen, but this was different. More. I was aware of Abigail and everything about her in a way I’d never felt before.

I leaned in, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, close enough to whisper.

“And I know what you want me to choose, little human.”

6

ABIGAIL

Ithought I was going mad. Gragash loomed over me like a green cliff of muscle and raw masculinity, his voice a rumbling whisper that shook me to my core. Slavers had thrown me to him like a bone to their favorite dog, and despite that, god, I was so thirsty for him.

His hand, massive and heavy, rested next to my head. So close, I understood why our captors worried about him tearing his way out of a cage. His arms were like tree trunks, if the trees had spent a lot of time lifting weights. The wall of his green chest in front of me made me squirm. Yes, he’d trapped me, but was an improvement in every way to being in the hands of his captors.

It was the smell, though, that really drove me insane. His scent was heavy, musky, earthy, and it touched something deep inside me. Some kind of primal drive responded to Gragash’s presence, his scent, andohmygodhis words.

I cannot believe I’m considering going along with this.Pirates had thrown me to their gladiator-slave as a reward for winning a fight, and I was about to cooperate?

Nuh-uh, you don’t get to talk yourself out of this.My inner voice was infuriatingly reasonable in its horniness.Thisisdifferent. He’s not just grabbed me to have his way with me, he’s giving me a choice, and that changes everything.

I was trapped, pinned against the cage by his mighty body. His face next to mine, the heat of his body radiating against me, hot breath washing over my neck. He said I wanted him, and I couldn’t call it a lie. But he hadn’t touched me, not yet, and I was sure he wouldn’t—not until I gave permission.

Though if I gave permission, I didn’t expect to get a say in what happened afterward. Gragash’s dominant energy rolled off him like waves, and the thought of surrendering to him sent a shiver through me.

The heat radiated from him and intensifying as he leaned in ever closer. Not quite touching me, but so close my skin prickled. “You want this,” he said with an unshakeable confidence entirely different from Tony’s arrogance. “You want me. And I want you.”

As he spoke, he ran a single fingernail up my side, lifting my t-shirt and teasing the skin beneath.

“Before you agree, you should know—I am an orc. I will not be gentle with you.” He paused and lowered his voice to a whisper I could barely hear. “Nor will you want me to be.”

I licked my lips, looked up into his dark, intense eyes, and my heart skipped a beat as I spoke, managing only a single word. “Yes.”

His response was faster than I’d thought possible. He grabbed me and lifted me against the bars, putting my face level with his. He brought his mouth to my neck, tusks grazing my skin, and I gasped. He chuckled darkly as I squirmed.

Every nerve in my body was on fire with desire for this orc, and I blushed to hear myself moan aloud. As if that was a signal, he stepped back, put me down on unsteady feet, and bared his sharp teeth in a predatory grin.

“Undress,” he said, no, commanded. His eyes flashed as I obeyed without pausing to think, pulling my t-shirt over my head and throwing it aside. My bra followed just as fast. I unbuckled my belt and kicked off my boots before pausing and turning to Gragash. He stared at me with a fierce intensity, as though he was committing every inch of my skin to memory.

In turn, I watched him undo the buckle holding his kilt closed, letting the leather garment fall to the floor. There was nothing underneath, of course. Just orc. So very much orc.

Veryhardorc.

My jaw fell open at the sight, and I whimpered. His cock stood hard and proud, dark green veins coiling around it, the head glistening with pre-cum. It was enormous, scarily big, too big? Part of my brain insisted no human could take that emerald monster.

I licked my lips and knew that I had to try. For science.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Gragash rumbled, and I unfastened my jeans and slid them down, taking my panties with them and leaving myself as naked as he was.

He took another long look at me, slowly tracing my curves, and I fought my urge to cover myself. My cheeks burned, the flush spreading down and across my breasts as he admired me.

“Come here,” he said at last, an unmistakable crack of command in his tone. To my surprise, I moved before my mind processed the order.What is this? Some kind of psychic power?

I knew better. It was justGragash, his hunger for me and his confidence and his sheer dominance.

His hand slid into my hair, gently but firmly pulling me with him as he withdrew into the shadows at the back of his cell. Even my eyes didn’t adjust to this darkness, and he faded from my view. Like the Cheshire Cat, his smile was the last thing to go, teeth and tusks reflecting what little light reached this far. With his free hand, Gragash teased his way across my breasts, hisclawed fingertips adding a delicious touch of danger where they scraped over my tender skin. My nipples, hardening at his touch, sent little bursts of pleasure through me as he played.

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