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The little greendot next to her name fades, signaling that she’s logged off. I hope she’s going to get some rest, to sleep off the effects of that wine.
Unable to resist, I enlarge her picture on the app, staring at her beautiful face as I lie back on my bed. I push my sweatpantsdown, freeing my aching cock and grip it, stroking slowly. The anticipation of what tomorrow might bring is enough to drive me wild. I imagine her with me, her voice soft and teasing in my ear, her body warm against mine.
Fairlie is on her knees before me, her soft, delicate hands wrapping around my length, her lips parting as she leans in closer. The thought alone sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my breath catching in my throat.
Her gaze meets mine, her eyes a piercing shade of gray, filled with longing, as her lips sensually envelop the tip of my cock. The warmth of her mouth, the way she takes me in, slowly, teasingly, drives me to the edge. I can almost feel the wet heat of her tongue swirling around me, her hands sliding up and down my shaft as she tries to take more, her lips stretched wide to accommodate my size.
My fist tightens around my cock, and I begin to stroke faster, harder. The image of her, so vulnerable yet so willing, fuels the flames inside me as the vibrations of her moans push me closer and closer to release. The thought of her trying so hard to please me, to take all of me, even as I know it’s too much for her, is almost unbearable.
My hand moves more urgently, repeatedly bumping the large knot at the base of my cock. I groan, my body tensing, the pressure building to an unbearable point. I can’t hold back any longer. With a final stroke, my climax consumes me, my body trembling.I come hard, my seed spilling out in thick, hot streams across my stomach and chest.
I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I ride out the waves of pleasure that pulse through me. My cock twitches in my hand, still leaking as the last of my release dribbles out. I just lie there for a moment, my body spent, my mind clouded with the afterglow of my fantasy. But reality quickly seeps back in, and I realize the mess I’ve made.
With a sigh, I force myself to sit up, my legs still trembling slightly from the intensity of my orgasm. I glance down at the sticky mess on my hand, stomach, and sheets, shaking my head. I stand, but my pants hang awkwardly low on my hips, making my walk uncomfortable as I head to the bathroom to clean up.
As I wash my hands and splash water on my face, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me, hope swirling in my eyes.
Tomorrow.
Will she like me when she meets me in person? Will she see past the orc exterior to the man beneath? Will she want the same things I do?
I dry my hands, grab a towel to clean up the bed, and then pull up my sweatpants. The scent of my release lingers in the air, a reminder of the primal need that burns within me. I want to find the one, build a life together, and start a family.
After I finish cleaning up, I plug my phone in to charge and crawl back into bed. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come easily. My mind is too busy and full of thoughts about tomorrow. I picture her face again, those captivating eyes, that quirky smile, and I can’t help but pray that the date goes well.
What if she’s the one? What if I’ve finally found my mate by some twist of fate? The thought fills me with excitement and fear.
I’m ready—more than ready—to start making babies, to do my part in continuing my lineage.
But finding the right woman, the one who can handle being with someone like me, who will accept me for who I am... that’s the real challenge.
As I lie there in the darkness, my heart pounds with anxiousness for our date. I need her to be the one. I need this to be the beginning of our story, one where we build a life together,full of love, passion, and children—orc babies with her eyes and my strength.
CHAPTER FOUR
OSRIC
I crack my eyes open as the loud hum of the blender echoes through the house, causing me to emit an annoyed roar as my sister’s breakfast blending ritual continues. What’s wrong with steak and eggs like a normal orc?
With a grunt, I toss the blankets aside and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet meet the cold floor, jolting me fully awake as I stomp out of my room. She’s humming softly to herself, a tune I vaguely recognize from our childhood, her back to me as she focuses on her blending concoction. How she’s managed to slip so easily into civilian life is beyond me. Not even noticing that I’ve stormed into the room—proof enough that she’s gotten soft.
Just as I’m about to make my presence known, Ovivia interrupts my thoughts, flipping me the bird without bothering to turn around. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe she hasn’t softened up as much as I thought.
“Thought you were getting soft on me, Viv,” I grumble. “Didn’t even notice I was here. Not like you can hear anything over the sound of breakfast being made.”
The blender shuts off with a click, and she removes the top, pouring the thick orange mixture into a large glass. Without missing a beat, she tosses the blender pitcher into the sink.
“I heard you the moment you roared your way into the morning, asshole,” she retorts, finally spinning to face me. Her amber-colored eyes narrow slightly as she takes a sip of her drink. “Just because I’m not always on edge or ready for battle doesn’t mean I’ve gone soft.”
“Must you blend every morning?” I ask, sighing as I open the fridge and grab a pre-made protein drink.
Ovivia laughs and sets her glass down as she pulls her ash-blonde hair back into its usual ponytail. I’m struck by how much she’s changed—and how much I haven’t. “Why fix something that’s not broken? You buy those shitty pre-made shakes… I just prefer to make my own.”
“Whatever,” I mutter. “I have a date tonight, so in case she comes home with me, please order in or go out tomorrow morning.”
Even as I say it, my heart hammers in my chest. The thought of Fairlie, the woman I met just last night, coming back to my place has my cock hardening. It’s presumptuous—pig-headed even—to think I’m going to get to fuck her on the first date. But an orc can dream, right?
