Page 29 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

The quiet question, with a hint of humor, came from the darkness and had me whirling about. I did not hide the way myKteerleapt at the sound of her voice, or the genuine joy in my smile.

“Myra,” I breathed happily as she stepped from the shadow of one of the supports. “How long have ye been there, lass?” I moved toward her, unable to stop the instinct.

“Not long.” She wasn’t meeting my eyes. But she washere. “I was…passing by.”

So late after dark? In my chest, my heart began to hope. Was it possible she’d sought me out on purpose?

I reached her and—unable to stop myself—ran my hands down her arms, myKteerexalting in the feel of her.

“Did ye—dare I hope, lass, that ye…”

She tipped her head back to meet my eyes, a question in her gaze.

I swallowed. “Have ye come for more lessons, Myra?”

“You said you would choose the time and place,” she whispered. There was no emotion in her voice, none in her expression. She was hiding her true feelings from me.

“When you did not come for me…”

“Ye thought I was done teaching ye?” A surprised laugh burst from me as I squeezed her arms through her cloak. “Gods below, love, I’ll never run out of ways to bring ye pleasure.” Was it my imagination, or did she shudder? “I was waiting for ye to give me a sign ye wanted more.”

“Nay.” Her chin rose. “That is not how this bargain works, Vartok.Youare in command, remember? You will tell me what to do, and I will tell you if I’m comfortable with it.”

I wasnotimagining the sweet scent of her arousal, that was for certes. I studied her, leaning forward, remembering the taste of her lips.

“Aye, pet. Ye like it when ye can give up control to me. When I make the decisions.”

It wasn’t a question, but her gaze dropped to my chin.

“Aye,” she whispered. Was that shame in her tone?

I would show her there was naught to be ashamed of.

“I want to kiss ye again, my pretty little human.” Her nostrils flared in irritation, and I almost smiled, grateful that she was showing some true emotion again. “Would ye allow it?”

Her wee tongue darted over her lower lip. “You are the one in command,” she whispered.

MyKteerliked that agreement too much, and I growled with need as I lowered my mouth to claim her.

And she ceased being able to hide her emotions, her responses, from me. She was anything but icy as she melted into my hold, her hands clutching at my kilt, bringing us even closer together.

Her arousal spiked, and the scent wrapped around my cock, stroking me, teasing me.

I remembered the taste of her cunny, when I’d licked her desire from her fingers. Tonight, I would taste it directly, and I knew it would be the most remarkable flavor.

She was panting with need when I finally straightened, and I was pleased with myself for having her show me what she liked that first night. It had allowed me to coax her pleasure from her in the most perfect ways.

And tonight, I would put that learning to good use.

“Come with me,” I ordered in a low voice, wrapping her small hand in mine and turning for the path toward the loch.

“’Tis dark,” she protested. “How will we see?”

Orc sight was far better than hers, so I just smiled in the darkness as I pulled her along.

“Ye’ll have to trust me. Do ye, lass?”

She hesitated, then sighed. “Aye, Vartok. I do.”

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