Page 4 of Alien Orc Warlord's Captive Bride

The Orc didn't see me then, and they won't see me when I escape.

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RAGNAR

She stares up at me defiantly, calling me a liar with her hot blue eyes. Even with my handprints on her perfect, round ass, her chin juts up, looking down her nose at me.

No Orc of my tribe would dare look at me like that, dare have contempt in their voice. To think that a human, not even half my size, would defy me in this way makes me burn with rage...

And respect.

I knew there was something different about this woman. She ignited something in me when I saw her among the others, and yet, I cannot have her, no matter how I crave her. I should punish her again for her defiance, until those bright eyes water and her cheeks flush red with shame. I can smell her arousal, this hot need wafting from her, and I lick my lips, imagining running my tongue up and down her body, feasting on her need.

"They'll be catching up soon," says Ulric.

"Then we move," I order, and my two most trusted men turn to face me.

Gorak's eyes widen as he sees my cock inflamed with lust. "What the hell is this, Ragnar?"

"I enjoy punishing a member of their species,” I growl back, trying to pretend that my cock surging up is no more than sadism, and not a deep yearning to fill her belly with my son.

"You have lust for one of the worms? Is that why you took her? Did you lie to us of your plan?"

My blade is drawn. Even a hint of defiance can get you killed in the cold mountains, where every day is life or death. "The plan is the plan. If you wish to draw your spear and try to become Chieftain, I'll leave you dead here."

Gorak hates humans more than anything, and the thought of an Orc wanting one in that way sickens him. Then he grunts and lowers his eyes. "Forgive me, Chieftain. I misspoke."

I'll have to watch him. He's hot blooded, a strong warrior who I used to counter-attack human patrols. He lusts for battle, and he's killed more humans than any of us. He's the second strongest of the tribe, the one man who might think he can match me in combat to take the stone throne himself.

I look down at the woman. "What is your name?" I order her.

"Aira."

"It suits you. I know you are..." I search for the word in the common tongue. "Proud." Her cheeks flame up in anger. "But I will carry you. Your legs are short and stubby compared to mine."

It's a statement of fact, but her eyebrows rise. She smooths the pure white wedding dress. I can see where I ripped it when I grabbed her. It drives me wild to know that I have marked her with my hand, that under her dress is my red print on her ass. The way her slit became slick and needy as I traced it with my finger makes my cock ache.

"Fine. But I'd rather go on your back than be flung over your shoulder like a sack of flour."

The other two men are watching me, their eyes hard, and I ignore her words, grabbing her light body and throwing her over my shoulder. She hisses like a cat, but keeps her nails from my back as I jog up the mountain. The path is narrow, and my scouts confirmed it was clear this morning. We won't run into any patrols. My thick feet find traction in the stony ground as the air chills, and we reach the first frost, when I feel her shivering against me.

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AIRA

Damn these brutes. Damn them all!

I'm jostled up and down over his shoulder as I'm taken up the mountain. My little village looks like children's toys, and the Lord Ashbourne's palace looks small from up here.

At least he threw me over his back with my legs over his chest, so I can look out and not have my face pressed against his broad, powerful muscles.

There's a war-horn sounded. So Ashbourne has learned of the theft. He'll be coming for me.

But do I want him to?

The thought of life behind those hard grey walls is more terrifying even than being taken by these Orcs. In the mountains, I'll have a chance to escape, without retribution against my brother. Ashbourne would assume me killed by the brutes. I would have to give up everything, but I could make a new life, far from these lands…

Those stone walls would be my cage for eternity.

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