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He yanks my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside with an almost primal urgency. His large, powerful hands find my hips, lifting me effortlessly and pressing me against the wall as his lips trail heated kisses down my neck.
“I don’t like that I upset you,” he murmurs against my skin, his tusks grazing the top of my right breast. The sensation is both thrilling and teasing, sending a shudder through me.
A breathy sigh leaves my lips. “You should have been honest. I at least could have gone and gotten a pill or something.”
“Human meds aren’t effective with orcs,” he says softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my chest. “I don’t want to scare you or piss you off, Fairlie… but…I know you’re it for me.”
His hands slide between my back and the wall, and he skillfully pops the clasps on my bra, helping it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. My breath catches as his rough fingers graze the curve of my shoulder, igniting a fire of desire inside me.
Without hesitation, he sucks a nipple between his lips. His coarse tongue flicks and laps at the stiffened bud, sucking with a fervor that makes my knees weak. I moan, the sound escaping me before I can stop it. “How? How can you know already?”
He pulls away with a soft, wet pop, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes lock onto mine.
“I just do,” he whispers, his gaze sincere. “You’re beautiful. Funny, but know when to be serious. Kind, but don’t take any shit. You’re perfect. My sister said you’re my girlfriend. But I think that’s something you have to consent to. Right?”
His touch is gentle yet commanding as he grabs one of my thighs, wrapping it around him. He does the same with the other, picking me up and carrying me over to his bed.
He sets me down carefully, then falls to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands tug my leggings down with a deliberate slowness that drives me wild with longing.
“So what do you think, Sweetheart?” he asks, his voice husky with need. “You want to be mine?”
Before I can respond, he shoves my thighs apart, and his tongue plunges through my folds with an intensity that makes me gasp. “Fuck!”
“That’s not the right answer.” He chuckles against the inside of my thigh, his breath hot on my core.
“Yes!” I pant, my voice a desperate plea. “I want to be yours.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
OVIVIA
My stomach twists like I’ve just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion. The cramps are so intense that I’m convinced something’s wrong—really wrong. I handpicked the shrimp from the seafood market earlier, so how the hell could one of them be bad? But what else could this be?
“Fuck!” Fairlie’s voice cuts through the air from across the hall, and the sound sends a shockwave straight to my core. My pussy spasms, and I can feel myself soaking my panties.
I begin to sweat, my body suddenly blazing hot as another cramp clenches my insides.
No…
This can’t be happening. Not now. I’ve planned everything for this weekend—every damn detail. It’s never been early before.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m hit with the cold, hard truth. My heat is coming early, and I’m completely unprepared. Nothing’s set up for me to ride this out at home. My mind spins, trying to form a plan. I need tocall the clinic. They have steps in place for these situations. The body does what it wants, and mine just decided to throw me a curveball.
Doubling over from the pain, I force myself to reach for the phone on my nightstand. My hand is shaking as I dial.
“Heat Retreat. We put the safety and fun back in your heat. This is Karen. How can I help you?”
“Hi,” I pant, barely able to catch my breath. “This is Ovivia West. I have an appointment this weekend for my heat, but it’s started early, and I need to come in. Is there a room and a driver available?”
I can hear her typing, the sound like a ticking clock in my ears. I bite my lip, trying to hold back another moan as I clutch my abdomen.
“No. I’m sorry, we’re booked full.”
“You don’t have anything? Not even like a storage closet in the basement or something? I have to be alone. When I’m in heat, I can’t be around people,” I blurt, my heart racing and panic filling me at the thought of what could happen.
“Ovivia,” she says, her tone casual, like we’re discussing the weather. “I see here in your chart that you’re an orc. They’re not dangerous during their heat. Primal, yes, but not dangerous. Stop worrying, you’ll be fine. If it’s bad on Friday, still come to your appointment. Have a good night.” And then she hangs up.
