Page 36 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

I needed to do something else. Something that I could feel good about.

And if I’d learned anything in my extensive background of dating… it was the fact that girls liked presents.

Nash wasn’t a girl, he wasn’t even human…but I was going to apply the theory and cross my fingers that it would still work with him too.

Which was exactly why I glanced over my shoulder once to make sure his guard wasn’t looking before I slipped into the edge of the trees. I didn’t feel bad about it this time because I had no intention of running off. I wasn’t even going to go far enough that they couldn’t hear me if I yelled.

Apparently there was some bloodthirsty orc out there wanting to fuck with Nash… and honestly, as much as I wanted to find Rainn, if he was having anything near the same kind of time that I was right now, there was every chance he’d stab me with a pen and use my blood to write his next book if I tried to rescue him.

I was still going to find him, and I was still waiting anxiously for Nash to help me… but I wasn’t as worried about him as I had been when I’d first gotten here.

And that definitely hadnothingto do with the big orc and his big orc dick waiting for me in our tent.

“Our tent? Jesus,” I muttered to myself, my eyes scanning the area in front of me. It had been dark the last time we’d walked out here, but I was pretty sure I’d spotted some purple flowers off the trail that Nash had said were great for calming people and good to crush into a paste and treat wounds with.

By that logic, I figured they’d be safe to touch, and that meant I could use them. I didn’t want to calm him or treat his wounds, but they were the same color as his eyes.

I glanced over my shoulder one more time to make sure no one was watching me and could spoil the surprise, then I stepped off the path.

And… of course…

It took me less than three minutes to realize I’d probably picked the wrong direction… and by the time I’d spun in a few circles trying to figure out exactly where I’d meant to go, I wasn’t even sure what direction the path was on anymore.

I really wasn’t sure why I’d been so convinced that I was good with the whole “nature and survival” shit before now, but I was proving myself wrong on more than one occasion.

My jaw set and I let out a small grunt.

“Okay. Deep breath, Kai.” I closed my eyes and tried to listen. Maybe if I could hear where the water was, I could make my way there and follow it back to the lake. It wasn’t exactly perfect, but I knew there was a trail that led from there back to the camp.

Ah, fuck. The camp. I’d already been gone for too long. Nash was probably going to—

A hand sliding around my throat cut off my train of thought, but the panic that welled up in my chest came to a screeching halt at the scent that hit my nose and the voice that rumbled in my ear. “Are you trying to run again, Little Mate? I thought you knew better?”

“I wasn’t. I was looking for—”

He shifted his hand over my mouth and started to drag me back through the woods before I had a chance to explain.

I was pretty sure I fought back on instinct more than anything. I hadn’t been trying to run this time, and it wasn’t really my fault if I apparently had no sense of direction in his world.

Because whatever faults I’d been about to admit to myself, I was taking it back now that he was treating me like a child. I was completely capable. He was just being an asshole. And I wasn’t sure why I’d thought I needed to do anything nice for him.

Especially when he led me straight back through the trees and half dragged, half threw me into our tent like he’d never needed the path to begin with.

“You can’t just throw me around any time you—”

I didn’t get a chance to get worked up, though, because he was coming in after me and dragging me to the bed. For a second, I thought we were going straight back to square one—that he was going to tie me up and show me that whatever had been happening between us over the last few days had just been some weird orc-dick magic, and the warmth that I’d been feeling, the sense of home was all a bunch of bullshit.

Fuck… Thinking that hurt more than it should have, but the pain washed away when Nash dragged me over his lap and brought his hand down on my ass with a loudsmackthat ripped a shout from my throat.

“What thefuck, Nash?” I snapped out as soon as I caught my breath, but he’d already raised his hand up and brought it down again on my other cheek.

The pain that reverberated where his palm met my ass spilled all across my thighs and shot straight to my cock.

Oh.

Oh.

Well then.

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