Page 29 of Claimed By The Orc

“Ahhh. Jesus fuck. You fucking freak!” His friends were all yelling and cursing me out, but none of them made a move. At least they still had some sense.

“Get the fuck outta here and I won’t press charges for damage of property and threatening my employee.” Not that I was really Mike’s boss, but it worked for the threat.

“You broke my arm!” the asshole shrieked, almost as loud as his friend had been earlier.

Mahk squatted down so he was directly in front of the guy. I stiffened, prepared to drag him back if he tried to kill or “lightly maim” the fucker. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but while I was sure the sheriff would look the other way for a broken arm while defending myself, especially after I’d be happy to remind him that he ignored an emergency call, he couldn’t ignore a dude being skinned alive or whatever Mahk had in mind.

But he didn’t touch him. Mahk casually flipped his blade from hand to hand with clear skill. Even from here, I could see the sharp glint. He grinned at the guy. “Did you know that my blades are so sharp that they can easily cut the skin off an animal with one stroke?” Mahk demonstrated, whipping the blade in a clean and hot as fuck swipe. “And animal pelts are much thicker than human skin. I wonder what damage this could do to you?”

Mahk’s tone was conversational, like he was discussing the weather. It made him even more menacing, and I could tell he was terrifying the dude. His eyes were wide and his whole body shook as he clutched his broken arm.

“Y-ya’ll are fucking crazy.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood behind Mahk, using my bulk to be more threatening, as Mahk just grinned at him, his eyes shining.

The guy scrambled back on his ass until his friend helped him up. “C’mon, man. Let’s go,” the guy who had been destroying the coolers whispered. “It’s not worth it.”

The rest of them seemed to agree, and then they were running out, glaring at Mahk and me. I waved my fingers at them. “Bye! Thanks for stopping by.”

The girl on the counter laughed. “Well, that was entertaining. I’ll see y’all later.” She followed her friends out, completely unbothered.

They were all loaded up in the Jeep and about to tear outta here, when the lights from the patrol car finally showed up. They tried to leave before anyone could grab them, but I had to give Sheriff Johnson some credit; he blocked the exit with the car, leaving them stuck. Once I was satisfied that he was actually arresting the guys, I turned to Mahk.

I turned to my man. His gaze was heated, and the bulge in his pants proved he was as turned on as I was. I was on him in a fucking second, one hand squeezing the nape of his neck, the other cupping his cheek. I couldn’t get my mouth on him fast enough, and soon we were locked in a bruising kiss. I forgot about everything else. The only thing I could focus on was Mahk, how his more slender body pushed against mine, his hand curled lightly in my hair while the other one found my ass. I backed him up, our mouths still locked together, until he was leaning against the counter. My hand slid into the waistband of his pants?—

“Uh, hey, guys, I’m still here.” I snapped my head up, ready to murder whoever was interrupting me, until I saw Mike hovering uncomfortably by the back room. The kid had just turned 18 and was working to help out his momma and save for college. I could fucking relate. He didn’t deserve any of this. I reluctantly pulled away from Mahk.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Mike. Are you okay?” He shifted again and nodded jerkily. I couldn’t tell if he was still freaked out over the altercation or if it was what he’d witnessed. Then I noticed him trying to discreetly adjust himself. Oh, ok. That made sense.

“I-I’m fine. Thanks for coming. I didn’t know what to do.”

“‘Course. You shouldn’t have to deal with that shit. Believe me, I’m gonna have words with both the owner and the sheriff. They should’ve had your back.” Mike shrugged. Downfalls of a small town. Everyone knew everyone, and if you weren’t cozy with the town royalty, they acted like you didn’t exist. Mike was not town royalty. Neither was I.

“At least he showed up now.” True.

I finally had myself under control enough to look at the damage. Fucking hell, they’d destroyed the place. “You got your phone with you?” I asked Mike.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I want you to take pictures of everything, then send them in a group message to me and the owner. I wish I thought to take video of those assholes.”

“I did,” Mike said quietly. “I had to stop eventually because that one guy caught me and I had to lock the door to the back room, but it should be something.”

I squeezed his shoulder. “It definitely is. Don’t clean any of this shit. Leave it for the owner. It’s his fucking problem now.”

Mike’s eyes widened. He probably thought I’d lost it, but I didn’t give a fuck. Those assholes had left him here in a dangerous situation. It could’ve been way worse than propertydamage. The owner was gonna bitch, but that wasn’t my concern.

“Take the pictures, Mike. Then we’re all getting the hell outta here. The store’s closed today.” It didn’t matter to me if I didn’t have the right to make that decision. The owner had lost the little bit of respect I’d had for him when he’d left us to deal with this.

It didn’t take long to get all the pictures, then Mahk and I were leading Mike out and locking the door. Marcy had stopped in at some point, took pictures of her own, and told us that she’d get our statements later once everything settled down. I always like Marcy and was pleased she wasn’t making us linger around.

I drove Mike home, he was way too shaken up to walk, and then it was finally Mahk and me alone.

Immediately, my dick remembered where we’d left off earlier as I turned to Mahk in the passenger seat.

I cupped his cheek, bringing our foreheads together. My stomach was pressed against the clutch, but I didn’t care. It was all Mahk in my brain, all the time.

“I’m ready.”

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