Page 21 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Flicking her gaze between me and Bodin, Calixta asks, “Has no one told Tilly that Doc Calla is your Ma?”
My eyes round exponentially as I try to make sense of that, then quickly neutralize my expression in case I draw more of Bodin’s ire.
Before I can ask a follow-up question, Calixta continues, “Adopted, of course. I don’t think goblin bodies were necessarily made to birth orcs, never mind twin orcs. But if someone would be up to the challenge, it would totally be Doc Calla.”
For the first time, I see Bodin’s face soften as he considers Calixta’s statement. “She totally would.”
Why does he have to look so sweet when he’s not scowling at me? If Doc Calla’s his mom, then he can’t be that bad. No, Tilly, don’t even go there. Remember, he doesn’t like you.
I decide to remove all thoughts of Bodin from my mind and enjoy my first night out.
I will not think about him. Or his big hands. I will not look at the way his jeans hug his thighs. I will not imagine nibbling on the pointy tips of his ears. I will not imagine what it would feel like to have his tusks dragging across my skin and those lips sucking on…
Calixta props her chin on her hand and slides her elbow toward the center of the table, a devilish glint in her eye as she looks from me to Bodin.
Oh, shit.
As if it can’t get any worse for me, Aurelius waltzes toward our table in a golden brocade shirt, unbuttoned all the way to the top of his toned abdominal muscles. He flares his large moth wings out behind him in what I think is a flirtatious manner, but it only serves to dry my pussy up as they bump against the tables on either side of him. Behind Aurelius, a few patrons smirk and shake their heads in a way that makes me think this is not unusual behavior for him.
Might have to take Aurelius with me everywhere I encounter Bodin so the two can counteract their effect on my panties.
“Good evening fair ladies, good sir,” Aurelius says with a sweeping bow that almost knocks the glasses out of Beryl’s hands behind him.
I give him a small wave and a stiff smile. “Hi.” I hope Aurelius didn’t think this was a date. He told me about karaoke and Katie said everyone will be here, but the way he’s looking at my chest makes me think he might have had other ideas than a platonic drink.
Bodin grunts a greeting and Beryl hip checks Aurelius as she sets the drinks down. She may have put more effort into thatthan needed, but he quickly rights himself, dusting off invisible lint from his shiny shirt.
Calixta slides closer to me. “Can you two move up a smidge more so we can all fit around the booth?”
Bodin pretends he doesn’t hear Calixta, keeping his gaze fixed on Aurelius, who still seems incapable of staring anywhere else but my chest. I move closer to my left, trying not to brush against Bodin, but Calixta keeps moving until there’s a fraction of space open on Beryl’s other side.
Bodin gestures to the sliver of seat available next to Beryl, yet makes no effort to scooch to the end of his side. “That might be a tight fit for you, Aurelius. Maybe you’ll have to sit elsewhere.” His tone isn’t exactly unkind, but it’s way more frosty than what he’s used with me tonight. Glad it’s not just me who seems to irritate Bodin.
Aurelius smiles back innocently but the way he squares his shoulders tells me there’s some kind of game these two males are playing that I’m not privy too. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to deny the lovely Tilly my company tonight.Iwas the one who invited her out after all,” Aurelius announces proudly, puffing out his chest.
My pussy just about shrivels up and dies. I open my mouth to say something, but Calixta places a hand gentle on mine, wordlessly silencing me.
Bodin cocks his head and there’s this weird alpha energy radiating off him that even my poor human senses can pick up. “Tilly seems to have many friends here. It’s not polite to be greedy with our new nurse’s company.”
Aurelius narrows his eyes before settling into that cocksure attitude again. “It seems like she does. I’ll bring a chair over to join your table. It gives my wings more breathing room anyway. Always good to stretch one’s wings, you know? Or maybe you don’t,” he adds with a tone just shy of pity.
“Not everyone needs wings.” Bodin lays the statement out with a confident smirk, then leans back, leisurely stretching out his right arm along the back of the booth—behind me. I tilt my head toward Calixta to see her expression, but get distracted by Bodin’s relaxed fingers hovering above my right shoulder. It almost seems like he’s staking a claim.
Are these two posturing? Overme?
I squeeze Calixta’s hand and she squeezes back, answering a question I dare not ask. Beryl looks down and lets the longer side of her hair curtain her expression, but not before I spot the smile she’s trying to hide.
Aurelius thunks the low-backed chair down across the table and drapes his wings elegantly behind him, flaring them so the four circles are angled like eyes staring right at me.
Bodin sinks deeper into his chair, spreading his thighs until his right leg rests against my left. The hand above my shoulder comes down a fraction closer to my skin, his fingertips hovering just out of reach.This doesn’t mean anything, does it?
“So, how do you and Tilly know each other?” Hearing Bodin say my name in that deep voice of his is just as shocking as the first time he said it earlier tonight. My brain can’t process what the fuck is happening, so I just sit quietly and hope not to breathe too loudly to draw more attention to myself.
Earlier tonight, that same question from Bodin sounded rude and made me want to tuck tail and run away. Now, it makes me want to lean into his side and hope he wraps that strong arm around me.
This orc is seriously fucking with my brain. And my pussy. No, not my pussy. Not yet. Maybe. No. I mean he is, but not literally, but would he? Does he want to? Would I let him? Activate those brakes, Tilly. Or better yet, get a chastity belt for your pussy and your brain.
Aurelius’s antennae pop up at the question then flick with agitation before he smooths them back into his blond hair. “If you must know, Tilly came by The Lonely Rake for some supplies this week. She wanted to do a couple of home projects and needed the right… tools.”How is he making “tools” sound sexual?
