Page 27 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Bodin opens the front door and shoots directly for the bedroom. I can’t help the excited heartbeat drumming through my body and the anticipation soaking my pussy. My breathing is shallow and my nipples hard as he sits down on the edge of the bed to lower me from his back.
Neither of us let go.
Bodin’s hands curve up from the backs of my thighs and trail down my legs, slowly, until they rest on my ankles. He breathes deeply once, twice, then cracks his neck before gently removing my sandals.
I finally let go of his shoulders and prop myself up on my arms as he wordlessly gets up and adjusts his pants. Then, he leaves the room.
I almost want to call out and ask him where he’s going, but I quickly close my legs and rearrange my dress so the slit isn’t looking like the obvious invitation my pussy wants it to be.
A minute or so later, Bodin returns with a dish towel balled in his hand. He stops in front of me and I concentrate really hard not to look at the giant bulge outlined in his pants. The way his eyes are eating me up makes me feel like the most beautiful person on the island, even without him saying anything.
Instincts within me scream to part my legs, grab him by the collar, and haul him down to feel his tusks map the areas his eyes wandered. But I stay absolutely still, waiting for him to make the first move.
In the recesses of my brain I recall reading about orcs’ sexual preferences. If I remember correctly, they have dominant sexual natures, and challenging Bodin right now will most likely put him off. I try not to think about the diagrams I studied of orc cocks, nor about what happens after they’ve claimed a lifelong partner.
Finally, after what feels like hours of staring at each other and tension building to a near crescendo, Bodin leans forward and I sit up straighter. I subtly wet my lips, preparing myself for the kiss we’re about to have, only for him to reach one arm under my knees and one behind my back, so he can reposition me against the headboard.
I try not to pout in disappointment. I try really, really hard.
Bodin grabs the extra pillows off the bed and props my ankle up, then takes a seat next to me while my brain tries to catch up with what’s happening—actually, more about what’snothappening.
“I’m sorry, this is going to be cold.” He places the ice-filled dish cloth on my ankle and I resist the urge to yank my foot away.
Thank fuck for the pedicure Audrey insisted I get before moving here. I’ll have to tell her all about this. She’ll help me figure out what’s going on.
“Thank you,” I grit out, trying to look alluring while refraining from pulling a weird face from the cold around my sore ankle.
“Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?” Bodin asks neutrally.
Eat my pussy and fuck me silly. Or at the very least kiss me,I mentally scream at him.
“I… uhm… you…” is all I manage to get out though, my horny brain clearly overpowering my nurse brain.Logic? I don’t know her.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered,” Bodin says with the sweetest smile. “And before you dissect that statement to find some negative meaning in it, please know there is none meant with it. I don’t know if it’s polite to call someone cute these days, but you are. Just as much as you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I whisper and reach for the hand resting on his thigh. Bodin turns his hand over and wraps his rough fingers around my whole hand. He tenderly rubs his thumb across the back of my hand and I can’t help my mouth from curling into a pleased grin.
Bodin looks up from our joint hands and meets my smile with twinkling eyes. “Rest well, Tilly. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Not to be dramatic, but I just about perish on the spot.
He gets up and places the softest kiss on my forehead, taking care not to scrape his tusks against my skin. I keep holding his hand for as long as I can before he gently lets go and walks backward out of the room with a soft curve to his lips like he has some kind of secret.
“See you tomorrow,” I whisper longingly to his back as the cottage door snicks shut.
Chapter 12
Tilly
When morning comes, I’m a ball of excitement and nerves. Something shifted between Bodin and me last night, and I’m not mad about it at all. I’m curious. Very, very curious.
And horny. So fucking horny that I got myself off twice before falling asleep. And once when I woke up again. All while imagining it’s Bodin’s hands exploring me,inme, as he whispers filthy things in my ear.
I’ve been up since dawn, both because that seems to be my default setting, and also to air out the placeso Bodin doesn’t walk into a nest of horny pheromones. Wouldn’t want to assault his sensitive orc senses like that—unless he wanted me to.
No, Tilly. Think DIY thoughts. Construction. Don’t recall what it felt like when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Think about nasal mucus, specifically purple troll nasal mucus.
I hobble around the kitchen to wrap the dishes in some newspaper I still had left over from the move, before stacking them neatly on the counter for Bodin to collect later.
