Page 37 of My Orc Nanny

MyKteerwas nowhere near satisfied; it had taken all my willpower not to claim Hannah Friday night. But I would never be able to erase the taste of her from my tongue, my lips, myheart.

After our shower, I wrapped her in my robe and carried her downstairs, where I sat her in my lap at the kitchen counter and fed her leftovers from last night’s venison roast. She’d squirmed and giggled and flirted until I could take it no more, and I cleaned off the counter, spread her out on top of it, and ateher.

The sight of her spread across the counter, moaning and touching herself? More than I could stand.

After bringing her to climax in the kitchen, I carried her into the living room, where I laid on the couch and settledher on my face. I loved the way she held my hair as she rode me, my tongue deep inside her, feeling as if I’d died and joined the gods.

At some point, we ended up back upstairs, spread over the large bed.

Somewhere, deep down, I suspected that I was trying to erase Hannah’s memories of her ex. After all, myKteerhad never crowed as loud as it had when she announced the bastard had never brought her pleasure in bed. But me? I brought her to orgasm again and again.

And while I could be happy for the rest of my life knowing that, she’d been determined to bringmepleasure too. She didn’t push me for sex again, as much as I wanted it, which told me everything I needed to know.

This was a one-time thing. Just for now. Just this weekend.

And that was okay.

Friday night we fell asleep wrapped around each other, and I woke her Saturday with another climax. Although I could’ve easily spent all day wringing orgasm after orgasm from her, she’d laughed and told me how hungry she was, so I whipped up some eggs benedict.

We spent the day not in bed, but shopping together. We took the ferry to the mainland and held hands in the grocery store. It shouldn’t have felt sonormal, so right. The menu for Sunday’s party delighted her, and I loved incorporating her suggestions and family traditions into the plan.

Saturday night we went to The Golden Pearl, Eastshore’s fanciest restaurant, and we talked about all sorts of things. In the weeks I’d been working for—and living with—Hannah, she’d learned about so much of my past, but that night, I told her about my family, and what it had been like to leave our world, and how difficult it had been to acclimate to the human’s world, with its technology and huge population.

I told her about Abydos, and how I worried for him—despite the insane profit he’d made—because of the anger he carried around with him. I told her about how I’d missed my younger brothers, and how good it was to be near Simbel and Memnon again, and how Tarkhan’s good humor had kept us close all these years.

She’d asked insightful and empathetic questions, and it made me proud to know my Mate understood and cared so much.

No, she’s not your Mate.

Not until she was ready to be.

Maybe I was thinking of this when I carried her up the stairs that night, determined to shower her with love and affection, using my body to show her what she meant to me. How things could be.

I lost count of her climaxes, and still myKteerwasn’t satisfied. After she fell sleep, I continued to hold her, to curse the way I was torturing myself, and—unable to help myself—I woke her with more orgasms through the night.

And then.

And then.

It was Sunday morning, and our interlude was over.

It was Sunday morning, the day we were celebrating Joshua’s birthday, and I had to leave her bed. Leaveher. Ittook all my willpower to release her—sleeping spread out and exhausted—and shower, then head downstairs to begin to prep the food.

When she joined me, her cheeks pink with an adorable flush, trying to act as if everything was normal, I fed her pancakes and did my best to focus on the onions I was mincing for the potato salad.

The fact the damned things made my eyes water was an added bonus.

The two-day holiday had past, and everything was back to the way it should be. I was her nanny.

Surprisingly, even with myKteer’s displeasure at the lack of claiming, the morning passed quickly. By noon, I had the food prepped, the tables set up outside on the porch, and the tablecloths tacked down.

“Sakkara just texted to let me know he’s bringing the ice for the coolers, thank God,” Hannah announced as she hurried past, two stacks of blue plastic cups balanced in one hand and a bunch of “birthday boy” napkins in the other. I heard the back door slam, and assumed she was arranging everything just so.

“The sprinkler is set up along the back fence,” she announced breathlessly as she rushed back in, “in case any of the kiddos want to play in the water. The balloons are tied off, and?—”

I caught her hands in mine as she rushed past. “Hannah, everything is perfect.”

She froze, her breath catching, as she tipped her head back to stare up at me. At the base of her throat, her pulseticked, and I swore I could hear her—not with my ears, but with my own heart.

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