Page 85 of Rough Riding Orc Cowboy

He rose above me, rolling me onto my belly and lifting my hips. Then he was inside me, moving slowly, gently, drawing out my pleasure while feeding his own. My heart soared and my body roared at the bliss of this position. This male loved me completely, and I couldn’t get enough.

Moving faster, he leaned over me and stroked my clit, driving my joy to a fever peak that finally gave way.

Waves of bliss washed over me, through me.

And when he came inside me, I grinned.

He was mine. I was his. And nothing and no one was going to tear us apart.

When we finally dropped, tangling together on the blanket, his arms wrapped tight around me, I let out a soft, contented sigh. The quiet between us wasn’t empty. It was full, as full as my chest, as the press of his heartbeat above me, as the secret weight of knowing I had been seen, entirely, and still treasured.

Ruugar kissed the top of my head, his breath warm against my temple. “I love you.”

My heart swelled so full it ached. “I love you too.”

We rolled over and curled up together. As sleep pulled me under, I knew, without a doubt, that I had finally found where I belonged.

With this male. Always.

I woke some time later.Beside me, Ruugar breathed deep and even.

I had to go to the bathroom. Careful not to wake him, I slipped from beneath the blanket and crawled outside. I stuffed my feet into my boots as my skin quivered from the chilly air.

The campsite was quiet, moonlight flickering across the cabins and our tent. Trees loomed dark and still in the forest, only the canopy touched by a breath of wind.

A gust rustled through the leaves along the edge, and my skin peppered with goosebumps. I hurried toward the bathroom cabin at the edge of the site, glancing over my shoulder out of habit. Empty. Nothing there. Just the wind stirring the grass, making it sway and quiver.

Everything about the night felt stretched, waiting. My hands trembled as I finished and stepped back outside, hurrying toward our tent.

That's when I heard a soft shuffle in the bushes growing along the edge of the forest. We'd picked berries there earlier, grinning because they'd tasted amazing, warm from the sun and plump with juice from a recent rain.

Chumbles?

I peered in that direction but didn’t see anything to be concerned about. Turning, I continued toward the tent, not watching where I was going. The ground tilted. Or I did. I fell, my knee striking something hard. Pain burst through me like fireworks in a pitch-black sky.

Another sound hissed from the woods nearby, and I froze, taking in the rustling that reminded me of shoes slipping through dry leaves. The bushes swayed, but not in a lazy way.

I froze. My breath locked in my throat.

Bradley’s voice shot through the night with the force of a snapped bone. “Grab her.”

The blood drained from my face.

Run!

I scrambled to my feet, but they wouldn't move fast enough. I raced toward the tent, wishing I'd taken the time to lace up my boots when I lost one. Hobbling with one on and one off, I had to move with more care.

My legs jolted forward, sluggish, as if the earth itself was clutching at my ankles. Bare skin met the earth, and the bite of jagged stone licked across my heel, sharp as teeth.

Leaves crunched and footsteps thudded fast behind me.

I ditched my second boot and bolted forward, but I didn’t get far. Strong arms clamped around me, a human cage of heat and sweat and unyielding muscle. I bucked, writhing like a caught fish. He slapped his hand over my mouth, and my scream died before it could rise.

“Don’t fight,” Bradley snarled,his voice slithering over my ear like saturated velvet. “You’ll only make it worse.”

Terror exploded in my chest. I twisted, thrashing against the hands grappling to hold me still. More of them. Two, maybe three, men surrounded us. They quickly secured a cloth over my mouth. I whimpered, but I doubted anyone heard.

Bradley’s fingers dug into my arm as he wrenched me across the campground and through the woods, dragging me over roots and rocks and damp soil. He hustled me out into a second dark clearing. Horses stood waiting, their breath fogging the night air. Panic clawed up my throat.

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