Page 22 of The Orc Chief's Baker
“I canfeelyou tensing up. That’s not like you. Go calm down. Now.”
He couldn’t fight a direct order from his warlord so he stepped out of his place at Karthoc’s side and slowed his steps until he was walking among his brethren and their easy chatter.
Fades, it felt different here than up there. The tension was almost gone as the boisterous nature of the warriors surrounded him.
“I don’t fucking know what I’m going to eat while I’m there. Why are you asking stupid questions?”
It was Hendr’s voice who cut through the fray. He sounded more irritated than usual.
“Fuck off, Hendr. You don’t want to talk to me then go fucking walk somewhere else.” Ogvick’s voice was tense and low, and Brovdir could hear the hurt in it.
“I can walk where I Fades blasted please,” Hendr growled.
“I knowonething that’s certainly going to be there to eat.” Caivid’s voice was light as he broke the tension between the two. “Women.”
Brovdir sucked in a breath as his clothes suddenly felt too tight. The very thought made his mouth water.
His woman had smelled sogood.
Would she let him taste her?
“What the fuck are you even talking about? Karthoc would have your hide if you tried to eat one of the humans,” Hendr snapped.
Brovdir looked back toward them, drifting closer to try to see if Hendr was jesting or if he was a complete idiot.
Caivid was looking at him in disbelief before he muttered, “I feel sorry for any woman who ends up lying with you, Hendr.”
The burly males face contorted with anger. “Say that again, you wretch.”
Brovdir’s fists balled as he readied to break up the inevitable brawl.
“You think a woman would actually wantourmouths on ’em? Teeth and all?” Ogvick’s question instantly painted a delicious picture in Brovdir’s mind and his attention swiftly turned away from the fight.
He imagined her sweet taste as her thick hips rolled under him. What sounds would she make? What motions? Would she try to squirm away or edge in for more...
“Are you thinking about the woman you met?”
Brovdir snapped out of his little daydream at Caivid’s question. The male was grinning and Brovdir couldn’t deny the truth. The woman was all curled up in his mind like a red squirrel in its burrow. Getting cozy and warm and ready to stay there all winter.
“What did she look like?” Ogvick asked from behind them.
Brovdir scowled at the male but Caivid said, “Must have been a beauty to capture your attention so well.”
Hendr snorted. “You must be jesting, Caivid. Brovdir would fuck a boulder if the shape was right.”
Brovdir honestly couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or slug the male in the face.
“You’re one to talk, Hendr. You’re so ugly, I doubt even a boulder would let you fuck it,” Caivid remarked dryly.
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Hey!” Karthoc snapped from the front of the line. “No brawling or I’ll send you back to camp.”
That shut the whole group down. Usually at least one or two would make a quip at such an odd order. Brawling was as common as breathing for the warriors. But no one wanted to risk losing the chance to see the women.
Brovdir knew the silence would be short-lived, and he welcomed the start of the banter again, even if he was on the butt end of the joke.
“Wonder if they’ll be any with dark hair,” Ogvick said, and Brovdir blinked in surprise. Not that the chatty, young male had spoken first but that he had preferences when it came to females.
