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“If you keep looking at me like that, I might do something about it,” he said gravelly.

“You’re the one who jumped on top of me. Who humped me.”

“When I hump you, you will know it, tiny one,” he said in a sly voice.

“Prove it.”

Chapter 12

Ostor

If I were a wise male, I'd back away from Rosey, a woman I'd only known a short time, and resist her challenge.

My family had never called me wise. Clever in some ways, perhaps.

But never wise.

I should’ve climbed off Rosey. I should've resisted the wild lilt of her voice, the way her lips turned up in that mischievous smile that made my heart roar with yearning. But should didn’t exist when you’d found your fated mate. No, that wisdom soared off this room's balcony, leaving only instinct and a bone-deep hunger for what was meant to be behind.

Rosey was mine.

Laughing beneath me, her breath feathered across my cheek. She waited for my next move. Her eyes appeared too bright, too knowing, plus thrilling in a way that pulled something feral from deep inside me. Her words,Prove it, rattled around in my skull, urging me to show her all a big orc like me could offer.

I hovered my mouth over hers, my voice low as it rumbled from my chest. “I don’t only prove things, Rosey. I claim them.”

Her breath hitched, a sharp intake that made me grin.

I brought my mouth down on hers. Soft at first, testing, as though her lips held the secrets to something ancient. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Our kiss deepened, and I couldn’t get enough of how wonderful she felt against me. As if the moment our lips met, the very air around us shifted, shimmered, and settled into something amazing. There was nothing fake in this. I was a fire burning brightly, and I blazed for her alone.

She arched against me, her hands sliding into my hair, pulling me closer. A sweet moan slipped from her lips, and that sound . . . by the fates, I’d level mountains to hear it again.

Her small, human body fit perfectly beneath my large frame. I cupped the back of her head, dragging her up because too much space existed between us. The space needed to disappear. My other hand wandered, snagged by the heat radiating from her. I let it drift down to her waist, then lower along the curve of her hip where the hem of her sleep shirt had ridden up. Lush skin greeted me, smooth and far too tempting. It made something come to life inside me, a beast demanding more.

I would stop at nothing to claim every bit of this tiny female.

Our kiss deepened, full of need and something I’d never experienced. I wanted to devour her, but each stroke of my tongue, each sweep of my lips, filled me with a strange calm. This felt familiar, as if my body had known her all my life. The way her mouth worked against mine, the way her hands slid through my hair, it was like she had somehow been made just for me.

I slid my hand higher, teasing it up to brush against the swell of her breast.

I lifted my head, watching her face as I touched her through her clothing.

The softness on her chest shot fire through my veins, making me hesitate for the first time. Not out of fear.

I wasembarrassed.

What kind of male calls something this perfect a blob?

Rosey was soft where she should be and curved like a dream that was too beautiful to hold onto. Yet she was somehow mine to touch. Orc females had nothing like this, nothing warm, pliant, or impossibly desirable on their chests.

There was nothing remotely sexual about their nursing tubes.

Buthumans. No,Rosey.

Infinitely sexy.

For the first time, I understood why human men worshiped their females' chests. Nothing could tug at my need more than the press of her breast against my rough hand.

Her moan urged me to do more.

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