Page 17 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

I forced my breathing to return to normal as her shudders subsided. I saw her muscles relax, her legs and shoulders slump. I saw the exact moment she realized she was sitting in a near-stranger’s home, her fingers deep in her cunny and her tits hanging out.

And I hated that sharp, sour smell of her shame.

So, with a silent sigh, I flipped my kilt down to cover the mess I made of myself—I’d have to wash myself and find a clean plaid. But first, I’d walk her home.

I pushed myself to my feet and crossed to her, irritated by the wary look in her eyes as she pulled her fingers from her core. But when I offered her my hand, she placed her free one in it and I gently lifted her to her feet, her skirtsfalling around her hips and legs as if naught had passed between us.

We stood there in silence for a long moment, her hand small and delicate in mine, and I watch the emotions war across her face—uncertainty, embarrassment, a hint of humor, and fear.

I couldn’t allow that fear.

“Myra,” I whispered, reaching for her other hand. She tried to hide it in her skirts, but my fingers wrapped around her wrist and gently tugged it upward. “Thank ye.”

“Th—?” she began, confusion pulling her brows down. “What?—”

Before she could say more, I lifted her fingers—the ones which had been inside her—to my mouth, and she bit down on her question.

Holding her gaze, I slide my long tongue between her two fingers, lapping up the sweet honey of her release. Her eyes went wide, and the scent of her embarrassment sharpened, but she didn’t pull away.

She didn’t pull away when I drew her fingers into my mouth to clean them with my tongue, and she didn’t pull away when I groaned in enjoyment. In fact, her lips parted on a gasp, and if I hadn’t been currently sucking on her arousal-covered skin, I might have thought I’d smelled more of that as well.

Finally, deeming her clean enough, I pulled her fingers from my lips, dropping a kiss to their delicate tips before releasing them. She was staring up at me in what I hoped to all the gods was wonder, and I grinned down at her.

To my surprise, she didn’t appreciate that grin; her expression shuttered, and she turned away slightly.

Stifling another sigh, I bent to scoop up her cloak. I tried not to linger as I clasped it around her neck, and I kept my movements brisk and detached as I tucked her breasts back into her chemise and pulled her gown up once more.

I couldn’t resist lingering as I drew the hood of the cloak up over the riot of dark curls that framed her face, my fingertip brushing over the skin at her temples. Wanting so much more.

But she wasn’t looking at me.

“Myra.”

The muscles around her eyes twitched, but she didn’t look at me.

“Pretty little human,” I prompted, andthatgot a reaction, as I knew it would.

She turned angry eyes my way, and I couldn’t help my grin in response. I saw the moment she realized I’d done it on purpose, and her anger turned to an irritated scowl.

So I leaned down slightly until I could snag her gaze.

“Thank ye.”

Her nose wrinkled and she dropped her gaze to my chin. I expected her to be flustered, but to my surprise, she muttered, “I should be thanking you.”

MyKteercrowed, knowing she’d enjoyed herself, knowing she was grateful. I couldn’t stop my finger from going to her chin, lifting her gaze back to mine.

“I have much more to teach ye, Myra, if ye’d allow it.”

Her nostrils flared, her brows dipped, and for a moment, I thought she’d deny me. But then I smelled her—the arousal that was coating her thighs and my tongue—and she swallowed.

“Aye,” she croaked, pulling herself from my hold. “I want to learn it all.”

“From me.” I didn’t give her time to object. “That was part of our bargain. While we are engaged in this contract,I’mthe one to teach ye pleasure, and on my terms.”

I was in control, and she needed that. Needed someone else to make the decisions. Someone she could trust.

Myra hesitated a moment, then nodded once as she pulled her cloak around herself.

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