Page 11 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

Vartok

I wasn’t completely convincedthat this wasn’t a dream.

Was I really standing here in my cottage with Myra’s tits cupped in my palms? Was that really her arse my cock was pressed against? Was I imagining the way her breathing had gone all shallow and the sweet scent of her arousal wafted through my home?

Nay.

Nay, I’d been with enough females to know the signs.

This was my Myra. She’d come to me for pleasure and she was already aroused.

When I squeezed lightly, she moaned, arching into my hold, and I had to bite back the possessive growl myKteeralmost released. I couldn’t afford to scare her.

She was wearing a simple gown, the same dark red one she’d worn earlier when she’d come to my shop, the wool well-worn and soft. How did I know? Because I could feel her nipples pebbling beneath it when I gently rolled them between my thumb and forefinger.

Gods below, I’d always loved this gown, the way it hugged her curves…

“Myra,” I breathed against her hair, still trying to convince myself this was real. She washere.

She hummed in surrender, her head tipping back to rest against my shoulder.

So trusting.

So submissive.

So unlike my Myra.

Thoughtfully, I moved my hands away from her breasts to skim down her sides. I knew her well enough to know that in order to give her what she wanted, she neededmeto be in charge, hence my demands.

Myrules.

If she started to overthink things, she’d never get the pleasure, theletting go, she needed. I was humbled that she’d come to me with such a request, and eager to start, but…

My hands lowered to cup her hips.

“Myra, lass, how much ale have ye had tonight?”

She swayed against me, and I glanced down to see her eyes closed, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Enough,” she murmured. “I needed…”

Needed the courage, as I’d teased her? Or needed to lose all her inhibitions? I frowned. And here I’d just demanded she give control over to me. Well, I had to ensure her trust wasn’t misplaced.

Using my hold on her hips, I gently turned her in my hold until she was facing me. Until my cock rested against her belly, until myKteerurged me to lift her and place her on the table and spread her legs and lick her.

Instead, I used one finger to tip her chin back to meet my eyes.

“Are ye certain ye want this, lass?”

Surprise caused her eyes to widen, and I almost kicked myself for giving her an out. But I should have known my Myra wouldn’t back down from a challenge. She set her jaw and lifted her chin.

“I want this, Vartok. Everyone says you are the one to give pleasure. I want to learn.”

“From me.”

It wasn’t a question. I couldn’t afford it to be a question. I knew how she felt about me, how she treated me. How could I not?

She only hesitated a moment before dropping her chin in a small nod, her gaze locking on my mouth.

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