Page 12 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

“Let me go. I have to find Rainn.” It seemed like he had to work himself up to say it, but once he did, he latched onto the words and shoved against me again.

“I don’t think you understand me, Kai.” I crowded him, close enough I could see the way his pupils dilated at my proximity. “You’re my mate, and that means—” There was a flash of movement, and it took me a second to realize his fist had struck out, landing across my jaw.

He hit me.

The rush of desire that ripped through me at the strength behind it, the defiance in his eyes, was nearly overwhelming.

Yes, Kai Cross was my mate, and I was going to enjoy making sure he understood exactlywhat that meant.

Chapter five

Kai

Fuuuuuuuck.

My entire arm hurt after my knuckles landed on Nash’s face. I wasn’t really the kind of guy who got into fights very often—I didn’t like violence if I could help it—but I’d read this storyline before. Big brute captures unsuspecting human and they somehow fall in love.

There were just a few problems. I didn’t like guys. His cock looked way bigger than the damn dildo I’d stolen from Rainn and that nearly broke me, and… fuck. I couldn’t get distracted. I had to find Rainn. Even though I was realizing he probably didn’t want to be found—hell, he probably thought he’d died, and this was his eternal reward for delivering the best monster smut in the industry. Like his own little Garden of Teratophilia.

That didn’t mean I could leave him here.

There were obviously delusional orcs who thought they could just claim people and—

I didn’t expect it when Nash’s fingers in my hair tangled, jerking hard enough that it tore another sound from my throat—I wasn’t about to let him know I liked it when chicks pulled my hair—and he forced my body forward until I stumbled against him.

“Struggle if you like, but it won’t change the fact that you’re mine, Little Mate.”

Damn it, and he was calling me “little”too.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck fuck. He really wasn’t getting it through his head. And my whole “I don’t like fighting”rule seemed to be going out the window. It was obvious he had no intention of letting me go, and there was no way I could just stay here until whatever weird-ass magic he had that made me keep looking at his crotch took me over and I started believing the stuff he was spouting.

Mate.

Yeah, right. I had over a dozen girls’ numbers in my phone. I didn’t even date. I wasn’t a commitment kinda guy.

I jerked away from him as hard as I could, and noticed when he dropped his grip on my hair before he actually tore it out of my head. He was willing to be rough, but at least it seemed like he didn’t want to really hurt me.

I could use that, right? Because I wasn’t sure if I could really hurt him—he had a fucking foot of height on me… and way too much muscle.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t try.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t fight for what seemed to be my freedom.

I had to get the fuck out of here. I had to find Rainn. It sucked that the guy who’d saved me wasn’t willing to help me, but…

Well.

This time when I hit him, I felt the impact of it all the way up my arm, twisting into my shoulder, and the low grunt that tore from his chest told me at least he felt it, even if he was apparently cosplaying as a giant green wall of steel.

What was worse, he jerked my head back again, his fingers in my hair like a leash that he used to tear my body around and start dragging me forward.

“What are you doing?” I snapped.

“Taking you home,” he answered in the most nonchalant voice, like there wasn’t a trickle of what I thought was blood coming from the corner of his mouth where I’d hit him—it was blue, but…

Home.

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