Page 62 of Enchanted with the Orc
We were both enough, and that was what mattered.
Chapter Thirty-four
Enka
Iwas certain that Tasia expected things to be different. In fact, for a moment,Iexpected things to be different when we woke up the next morning.
Not that I’d had much sleep.
I’d laid awake the night before, reliving every sweltering moment ofhaving my mate for the first time. Of the little noises she made, of the way her soft, delicious body shook under mine when she moved. And how shemoved.
Never in my life had I ever experienced anything so erotic and perfect. Her sounds and the expression she made when she came would be seared into my memory for the rest of my life. I wanted to see and hear her like that every day until I passed on to the other side.
I licked my lips as I took a deep breath, watching how she moved around the kitchen, a slight shift to the way she walked telling me that she was sore. Sore andfeeling mestill.
My self-satisfied grin must have been showing on my face from where I was supposed to be helping Gruk-ir play a game on the tiny tablet she held, but my fingers were too big and I kept losing it for her. Still, our sweet girl laughed instead of getting angry, holding onto my finger to jab at the tablet over and over, cackling at the unwanted outcome.
She might be a bit of a chaos demon.
“Breakfast time, sweetheart,” Tasia said to our daughter, running a gentle hand down her hair and connecting with mine where it was resting on her back.
She glanced up at me and then looked away, but I spotted the shyness in her expression and marveled at it.Shy. After she’d made me come until my balls had shriveled up inside me. I grinned at her, twining our fingers together behind Gruk-ir, but our girl wasn’t one to miss much.
She peered behind her, seeing our hands, and then looked up at me with a small grin that said,I told you so.She had, indeed.
“Mommy, you have something right here,” she told Tasia, pointing to the right of her neck and I stiffened, giving my mate my most innocent smile.
Tasia’s brow furrowed, and her fingers went to the spot our daughter indicated. She canted her head to the side, wincing as she felt the twingeof pain from the healing bite. She gave me an indecipherable look, and headed back toward the kitchen. I pursed my lip before looking at Gruk-ir, but she just smiled up at me, heedless of any censure from me.
“Does this mean I get a little sister?” she asked, tapping dexterously on her tablet, playing the game at a speed that made my eyebrows sweep up. When the words registered, I almost choked on my own spit.
“If you’re trying tohelpAbu win your mommy,” I whispered conspiratorially, and she leaned forward with a serious nod, “then don’t talk about sisters yet. Let her get used to it just being the three of us for a while.”
“But I want a sister,” she argued, her lower lip sticking out, and I was recognizing the signs of my Gruk-ir getting ready to protest.
I dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head. “And you’re going to get one. But if you talk about it before your mommy’s ready, she’s not going to want it to happen for some time. She’ll get scared.”
“Why?” she asked, moving toward me and climbing up on my lap so she could cuddle against my chest while she played her game.
“She’s scared,” I whispered against her soft, sweet-smelling hair. “And we have to be careful with her, okay?”
“Like when I have to be careful of the hard cups?” she asked, still tapping away on the screen.
“Exactly. Weneverwant Mommy to be hurt, right?”
“Never,” Gruk-ir agreed, nodding with finality.
“Then we’re going to have to be patient. Things like weddings and babies will have to wait, alright?” I asked, and I should have realized my mistake when she went as stiff as a board against me.
The way her little head turned on her neck—as if she was haunted by a demon—should have been my second warning. But I was too foolish to understand, until I saw the gleeful gleam in her gaze.
“Wedding!” she shouted, sucking in a deep breath before releasingan eardrum-rupturing screech of excitement. I fumbled to keep her still, pressing her little face into my chest to smother the sound, but it was terrifying in its pitch.
“Shhh, or Mommy will get worried,” I insisted, and our daughter wiggled with joy.
“Wedding!” she cried, her words still muffled against my shirt, and I was wondering if she wasalwaysthis excited about weddings or if it was just every time ours was mentioned.
“I know, Gruk-ir,” I murmured, rocking her while she did a happy dance. “I know you’re excited, and it’s all going to happen, but remember I said you have to be patient?”
