Page 15 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
“I'm thinking about my tendency to jump off balconies without a parachute,” Charlotte said, because there was no point in not being herself now. And her “self” was brutally honest.
“Do you think I have bad intentions?” Brahnt asked.
“No. That's what bothers me. I should be more cautious.”
“I can wait until you're sure of me. I don't want to, but I can.” He met Charlotte's gaze across the small round table, the expression in his eyes focused, his posture still as if he was holding herself in check. For now. “May I ask you for one thing, though? You can say no.”
Charlotte's heart began to beat in her throat. “You can ask.”
“A kiss. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
Charlotte forced herself to breathe evenly, thrumming her fingers on the small table. A kiss. Just a kiss? She almost laughed.
It wasn't just a kiss with Brahnt. But. . .she stood and walked the three steps around the table to Brahnt, who looked up, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down into his lap.
Brahnt tangled his free hand in the back of Charlotte’s hair, holding her but didn't otherwise move. He waited. As if to say,Your move.
Or as if to say,We'll do this at your pace.
Clever Orc. Giving the Human an illusion of choice.
Charlotte knew it was an illusion, because the minute she'd stepped foot in this penthouse and the door had shut behind her with a final click, she’d known she was lost.
That she was Brahnt's.
She’d begun mentally rearranging his furniture, damnit.
Angling her head, Charlotte brought her mouth until her lips were hovering right over his. . .then closed that last millimeter and kissed him.
It was soft at first. Charlotte tasted his bottom lip, darting out her tongue. He sat still, his hold tightening, letting her control the pace, the depth.
Suddenly, the Orc took over.
Charlotte thought it would be rough, demanding, but even though it was filled with heat and control, it was still soft. Exploratory.
As if Brahnt was discovering something new, something precious.
His arms tightened. The hand at the back of her head tugged her neck back, and his tongue delved inside her mouth, commanding.
Taking what he wanted.
Charlotte clung to him, moaning, her breath hitching as her stomach clenched and her clit began a steady drum beat. She wanted to straddle the Orc and peel off his clothing and start licking every inch of skin she could get her tongue on.
“Me first,” Brahnt murmured.
“I was talking out loud again.”
His lips curved. “It’s charming. It also tells me what you’re really thinking.”
“You can’t tell?”
Brahnt tightened the fingers in Charlotte’s hair into a fist. “I can tell you want me, Charlotte. But do you want me to do something about it?”
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It occurredto Charlotte what the subtle something she hadn't been able to put her finger on all evening was, the reason she felt comfortable with Brahnt.
Orcs were supposedly all growls and dominance, taking charge and steamrolling full tilt ahead to get what they wanted. Brahnt leashed himself. There were rules they had to follow with their own females, but those same rules didn’t completely apply to Human women, though it was strongly encouraged. But Human women had no female’s circles to back them up.
