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And Sara, my beautiful little witch, so perfect in every way, was saying something, too:
“Yours,” she sighed, “All yours, Orn. My sweet honey.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
SARA
SHOULD Ihave been worried about what had just happened? Not the mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm, obviously. But unless my brains were more scrambled than I’d thought, there’d been a whole lot of shouting at the end there about Orn thinking he owned me.
But I wasn’t scared, or angry, or any sane sort of emotion like that. No, my crazy mess wasintoit. The thought of belonging to this man, thisorc, turned me on and made me feel warm and tingly all over. I guess that was why I’d gone along with it, had agreed with him and told him I was his.
But could I even promise that? I wasn’t out here for fun—I was looking for my stolen coven, my only family in the world after my parents had died to fever when I was still a baby. It felt like I was spitting all over everything Mother Tonn had done to care for me. And Brekka, my best friend—what would she think of me making such huge promises to someone I’d just met?
But then I opened my eyes, my vision filled with a handsome, broad green face. Inky lashes rested on flushed cheeks, tusked mouth hanging open and swallowing up huge breaths that I felt echoed in the chest pressed tight to mine. I could feel his heartbeat, too, even through layers of clothes. And there was a little crease that had formed between his thick black brows, something about it so sweet it made me ache. His full lipstrembled a little as he fought to catch his breath, and once again, I melted into him.
“You okay, honey?” I leaned in to press my forehead to his, letting our fogging breaths mingle in the frigid air. His cock, still buried impossibly deep inside me—where it would stay until his knot deflated—bucked at the sound of my voice. He really liked when I talked sweet to him.
“I…yes. Gods, I think you broke me, but in the best way.” He grinned, lines forking out from the corners of his eyes. I wanted to kiss those lines, and the one between his brows, and every other inch of warm green skin my lips could reach. But I’d done enough to hold up our rescue mission.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckled, finally feeling Orn slip free and wincing at the rush of hot fluid. “ I seem to have made a mess of you,” I panted, grinning. With how we were positioned, most of our cum wound up in his lap.
“Sweetheart, you can make as much of a mess out of me as you want…” Coal-dark eyes raised to look deep into mine, the intensity of emotion there stealing my breath. “You can have me any way you want, for as long as you want. I’m all yours, Sara.”
A lump formed in my throat that took several swallows to dislodge. I used the excuse of fixing our pants and helping him clean up to mask my sudden silence.
“I…I’m very flattered, Orn.” Gods, this was a bad conversation to be having strapped together with his cum still running out of my pussy. “But…we barely know each other. You don’t know that I’m deserving of that kind of…devotion.”And I have no idea if you’re a dangerous madman hiding from the law in these mountains.Suddenly, I felt very foolish, and more than a little scared. What had I done?
Orn got to his feet with a soft grunt, shrugging before setting himself back to rights. “I know all I need to,” he said, readjusting me and our pack. “I know I’ve never felt like this before aboutanyone. I know you’ve awakened the blood song in me when twenty years of orcish tactics did nothing. And if it’s all a spell you’ve cast on me, Istilldon’t care. This is the happiest I think I’ve ever been.” His voice was light and easy, if a little muffled by his scarf and the wind.
“Of course, I don’t expect you to trust me just like that.” He tried to snap his fingers, forgetting about his thick mittens. “Er, anyway—that’s why I’m leaving it up to you. So we can be to each other whatever feels most comfortable to you.”
I bit my lip behind my own scarf. “What if I want to leave when this is all done?”
His dark eyes were sad, but one side crinkled in a smile all the same. “Then that’s it. I’ll miss you something fierce, I suspect. But if that’s your choice, then that’s your choice.”
I felt nothing but truth in his words, my muscles finally releasing the tension his sudden confession had brought on. I smiled at him, hoping my eyes showed it. “I…I think I’d miss you too,” I admitted, shocked by how much I meant it. I cupped the side of his face with one of my own mittens. “And don’t worry, I haven’t cast a spell on you. I’d never do something like that.”
“If you say so, little witch,” he winked, his gait easing into a regular rhythm now that we were on our way. I shot him a glare, but it wasn’t long before the warmth of his body and the motion of his walking lulled me to sleep.
I AWOKE ANunclear amount of time later to Orn’s gentle prodding.
“Hello, my pretty one,” he said softly, and despite the strangeness of our situation I found myself smiling wide and feeling a fluttering lightness in my chest. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
I smacked my lips, realizing I was, in fact, very much both of those things. I nodded, my stomach giving a very timely rumble, and Orn untied us and set me down with a chuckle.
Even though I hadn’t been doing any of the work in retracing my journey to find my stolen coven, my body protested with quite a lot of cracking and popping as I clambered down, the muscles in my thighs shivery and sore. But the complaints of my mortal tether were soon forgotten in the frenzy that was Orn feeding me.
The man seemed to think I was still as exhausted and starving as I’d been when I first stumbled through his door, with how he shoved morsel after morsel at me. It didn’t seem like that much food should have fit into our pack, but more kept coming: cheeses and two kinds of hard bread, nuts, dried fruit, jerky, bars of something orcish Orn calledsetha, and more that I insisted I was too full to even look at. Orn was a big person and should have easily outpaced me, but it took my threatening violence to get him to eat more than a few nibbles. It was like he was worried we’d run out, and he wanted me to have it all. The fact that he’d packed enough for a week when we wouldn’t be traveling for longer than two days didn’t seem to matter.
While Orn finally ate, I looked around, taking in the forest beyond the shallow cave Orn had found for us to rest in. It wasn’t warm, being little more than a dip in the ice-crusted black rock of the cliff wall, but it was out of the wind and got less snow than the ground beyond. Once I was more awake, I could throw together a sheltering spell that would make it more comfortable.
I peered through the white haze of the storm, trying in vain to pick out something familiar, to see at least some small partof the trail Orn was following, but it was useless; all the trees I could see looked no different from any other in the forests carpeting the feet of the Kellaides Mountains.
“Do you think they’re still alive?’ I found myself asking softly, my arms folding tight across my chest. Orn looked up from his jerky, broad jaw working hard to break down his mouthful of the leathery meat. He seemed to actually consider it, and when he swallowed and got to his feet I appreciated that he didn’t look at me with pity.
“I think that even in the worst-case scenario, more will be alive than dead. But to my thinking, they’re probably all still alive. Otherwise, why go to the trouble of taking them alive in the first place? If they wanted them dead—“ Orn cut himself off with a cough, his eyes leaving mine for a brief moment.
If they just wanted them dead—usdead, really, since they probably had no idea they’d missed me—they would have massacred the coven then and there.It was awful, but the most horrible thing about it was that it was the truth.
