Page 2 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

The thought played out in the back of my head—three cocks that could snake out like tendrils? I needed to write that down and tell him when I found him. But how many holes would you need for that? I—

“Kai, honey. Did you hear me?”

“Three is too many, huh?”

There was a pause, and Charlene let out a small sound. “What?”

“Uh. Nothing. Sorry.” Sometimes I had trouble keeping my inside thoughts to myself. I cleared my throat. “All right. Hopefully, I won’t need to call again.”

“It’s always nice to hear from you anyway, Kai.” She was warm when she hung up, but the message was clear—I needed to find Rainn on my own.

Fine.

I could do that.

I didn’t have another job lined up for a few days, so I had all the time in the world to go out to the woods.

With a low grunt, I dropped my phone and picked up a backpack. If I was going to go out and hunt down Rainn, I wasn’t going to do it without some snacks. After all, if he’d found something that distracted him enough to stay out days longer than he should have without bothering to give me a call or text, there was every chance he wouldn’t want to leave it.

Once I stuffed the bag full of protein bars and some water bottles, I headed out. At least the town was so small, it was easy to go out looking for answers if I didn’t find him squirreled away at his usual campsite with a notebook smudged full of bad sketches of monster dick.

With a sigh, I pulled up the app Rainn and I had installed, since we both had a penchant for getting lost and losing track of time. It let me see where he was. His face was grayed out, but that made sense—if he’d gotten himself lost in the woods, of course he wouldn’t take time to charge his cell. But I could still check his last pinged location, and I let out a smallhmm. Five miles out from where the usual campsite was.

Up by Sumner Cave.

Had he really gone hiking there?

He did say he was looking for inspiration.

I hopped on my motorcycle and revved the engine, enjoying the feel of wind whipping against my skin as soon as I started driving. It took me a second to realize the reason I was feeling it so much was because I’d forgotten my helmet.

Again.

I turned around to get it… but I didn’t realize I’d forgotten my jacket until I was already a mile out, and I wasn’t turning back for that. I was already halfway to Forest Glen by then.

We’d been here a dozen times, so it wasn’t like it was strange for him to be in the woods. It was just odd that he hadn’t come home yet. It only took me a few seconds to find where he’d parked his car, and I pulled in beside him. It was pointless, but I tried to call him one more time before I took off at a trot, jogging down the path to the site where he always set up by the river if it wasn’t occupied.

His tent was there, but the fire pit he’d built had obviously been rained on more than once, and it looked like something had come scrounging around in an attempt to break in.

“Rainn?” I wasn’t sure why I called out to him—he wasn’t here. But when I unzipped the tent, his pack and shoes were gone.

So he was probably exactly where his phone said he was.

Weird.

And he told meIwas absent minded. I’d never forgotten to tell him I wasn’t coming home.

I did a quick loop around the trail to make sure he wasn’t off in the bushes taking a piss or something, and with a frown I pulled out my phone and glanced again—the location feature wasn’t perfect, but it was obvious.

Sumner Cave.

With a sigh, I started toward the trail. He’d probably… I don’t know, set up shop amongst the mushrooms and tried to figure out how to communicate with them. At the thought, my mind spaced—had Rainn ever written mushroom romance? Hadn’t I seen pictures of ones that were shaped like little dicks?

It had possibilities.

I had five miles to think about it as I hiked, and I was glad I’d packed a bag of snacks and water because I’d completely forgotten to eat breakfast in my rush to find Rainn.

By the time I got close to Sumner cave, something close to worry was creeping into my stomach. I hadn’t seen Rainn—I hadn’t seen any signs of him. Not a backpack or a makeshift campsite, not even little scraps of paper like the ones he accidentally left sitting around everywhere at the house.

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