Page 85 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

My brows rose. “But you have already claimed me?—”

His laugh stopped me, and he bent down to snatch a kiss.

“The claiming has only just begun,dkaar. There’s a reason our friends have left us with so much food. I’m going to take ye again and again, and ye’re going to go hoarse from screaming my name.”

The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, as he rocked his hips forward for me to feel his still-hard cock…my eyes went wide.

“You…you are ready to spill again?”

“Och, my innocent plaything,” he chuckled as he rolled to loom over me. “I am going to fill ye up with my spend, over and over again, until nae one will miss my scent on ye. Then I’ll take ye to the hot springs, clean ye well, and fook ye there as well.”

His green gaze turned wicked. “I’m going to fook ye up against the wall, and bent over the chest, and standing up.” His mouth lowered toward mine. “And I’m going to pleasure ye until ye cannae help but sleep, and then I’ll wake ye up by licking yer sweet cunny until ye come again.”

Oh.

Ohmy.

Oh my.

Fully awake—and aroused now—I realized I’d been holding my breath during his vow. Well…

I allowed my lips to curl naughtily as I snaked my hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

“Well then,” I whispered. “We had best get started,Mate.”

EPILOGUE

Vartok

I hatedcouncil meetings less these days.

‘Twas the same council members, the same arguments, the same topics. The difference?Iwasn’t in the middle of it, forced to make the final decisions, and that left me free to share my genuine opinions.

I wasn’t the only one surprised when my brother had opted to keep the council. I’d expected him to step into the role of chief again, making decisions for the clan the way he used to.

But once he’d healed, once Kragorn had picked up the chieftain’s mantel again, he’d chuckled at my incredulity.

“Vartok, why are ye surprised? ‘Twas a smart move to rely on the wisdom of others when it came to making decisions. And now I am Mated, I will be glad to share some of the responsibility.”

I’d just shrugged in confusion which turned to surprise when he pulled me in for a hug.

“Thank you, brother, for keeping our clan safe and secure in my absence.”

And since that had been my only goal all these months, what else could I doexcepthug him back and thank the gods for his safe return?

Because now I could bepartof the council, without having to be the center of it.

My attention returned to the current discussion.

“I am telling ye, the Stormseeker is an honorable male,” I argued, shaking my head at Auld Klorbkal’s claims. “’Tis the mainland sept we need to be worried about.”

“The Battleborn cannae be trusted!” Maybal called out, not looking up from her knitting. “We’ve heard what they do to the coastal towns.”

Aye, that was true. I sighed.

“I can only share my impressions of their chief, and ‘twas from months ago. But Vrogul Stormseeker claimed they did nae lasting damage, and they preferred to raid in the human’s world.”

“How is this possible?” grunted Gruptor. “The stones cannae transport an entire ship, can they?”

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