Page 28 of Swipe Right for Orcs
“Let me talk to her,” I offer, hoping I can somehow fix this. For the both of us.
“Okay.” He nods.
I get up and start down the hall toward Osric’s room, but stop when he calls after me.
“Ovivia,” he says, his tone serious.
“Yeah?” I turn back to face him.
“I saw how you were with her last night, how you looked at her,” Osric says, his eyes locking onto mine. “I also saw how you two were together. Yours might have been the heat, but she likes you. As more than her boyfriend’s sister.” His gaze meets mine, and I can see the weight of his words on his soul. “I’m not a sharing orc, but for you, I can make an exception. Don’t fuck this up more than I already have.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. “I won’t.”
Is that what I want? I just met Fairlie last night, but there’s something about her. I feel a pull to her. Her scent triggered my heat early—that has to mean something.
But as much as I’m drawn to her, I don’t want to overwhelm her. She just got together with my brother, and now I’m considering stepping into the mix? That’s a lot for anyone to take in, and I’m not sure it’s fair to her. The last thing I want is to complicate things for her—or for Osric.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FAIRLIE
As soon as I enter the room, I collapse onto the bed, covering my face with a pillow and scream.
How could this happen again? Seriously, how could this happen again? How could Osric ignore me, yet again, and fuck me bare? I told him he had to wrap it up, and he just didn’t listen.
My mind races, bouncing between anger and confusion. What do I do? Logically, I should march out there, kick him in his huge green dick, and end things with him for good. But the truth is, I don’t want to. It’s crazy… I’m crazy. This orc seems hell-bent on knocking me up—a huge red flag—and yet here I am, trying to figure out how to make it work with him.
My stomach flips, a wave of nausea hitting me hard. I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m on the floor, retching into the toilet.
I hear the bedroom door click shut and groan. “I’m not in the mood, Osric. Just leave me alone.”
“It’s me,” Ovivia responds. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just mad as hell, and then I felt sick all of a sudden. Probably just my nerves reacting to your brother being an ass.” I wipe my mouth, feeling drained.
“Or you’re already pregnant.”
“It’s only been a few days.”
“I told you the sperm is potent. It only takes one time and symptoms will start right away. Orc babies don’t cook for nine months like human babies. Four months is normal, but I’m not sure about a hybrid baby. We’d have to ask a professional.”
“You’re serious?” I stare at her, my mind spinning.
“Yeah,” she whispers, helping me up. I wash my hands and grab my toothbrush, trying to scrub away the bitter taste.
Thank God I remembered to pack it when I was throwing things in my overnight bag.
She moves to sit on the bed and I follow, sinking down beside her.
“What am I gonna do?”
“First, we need to find out if you’re actually pregnant. We can go to the clinic. They owe me after last night. Then we’ll go from there. No matter what, you’re not alone, Fairlie.”
“I’m not ready.”
“Yeah, well, you can smack my brother around for that. Listening to you was clearly not on his to do list. That’s his neanderthal side showing. He’s always been obsessed with continuing our line. It’s never been this bad, but he’s pretty sure you’re his forever woman.”
“He told me.”
