Page 69 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Breathing hard, he wraps his arms around me and presses a soft kiss to the base of my neck. “Again.”
Bodin carries me to the couch where we finally take off our ceremony clothes and fuck on the rut-friendly covers. Then he fucks me on the kitchen counter, right where we had our first kiss.
Bodin gives me water to drink and carries me to the bathroom next where he joins me in the tub, and then we fuck there too, before finally making it to the bed for a short nap.
Bodin’s energy never wanes, his cock never flags, and I’m a happy, needy vessel for his pleasure as he claims me over and over and over again until I lose all sense of reality.
To me, there’s only Bodin.
The process repeats itself over the following four days—one day longer than expected, but we never seem to tire of each other.
When we finally emerge from the haze of our claiming rut, we’re sated and happy and ready for whatever adventure awaits us. Perhaps even expanding our family.
But first, we’re going to watch the sunrise from our garden, enjoy breakfast, then we’ll get back to our community—our Starry Hill. Together.
Epilogue
Maisie
Ibounce on the balls of my feet behind the grazing table, happy as a clam as I stare at the beautiful bride and groom chatting to their guests. I may not have slept much over the last two days, but it’s so worth it to see everyone enjoying the cake I baked along with the platters of wedding food my aunt and uncle prepared.
It’s my first time attending a sunrise wedding, and even though the sky looks absolutely gorgeous at this time of day, I think I might prefer to have my own at sunset. I like my sleep too much to be awake this early in the morning—it’s the only time I might be considered grumpy—except today.
Today, my excitement to see the couple celebrating their love, exchanging their vows in front of all their family and friends, and having even a small part in contributing to their ceremony, has me almost dancing on the spot.
Aunt Annamae and Uncle Richard have been so encouraging, allowing me to let my imagination run free and come up with unique flavor combinations that might wow Tilly and Bodin and all their guests. If they keep this up, I might just stay in Starry Hill forever.
I’ve not explored much of the island yet, mostly keeping to The Flowering Teapot and my aunt and uncle’s house while I help them out. But now that Aunt Annamae’s strength is returning to her injured arm, I think I’ll venture out a bit more.
A couple heads toward me and I beam at them, ready to make friends.
“You must be Maisie,” the tall female says, her beautiful skin reminding me of the leaves of an olive tree. “I’m Beryl, and this is my wife Calixta.” She motions to the female with a smile that looks like it holds a thousand secrets. I wonder if she’d be willing to share some of them with me. I love secrets.
“Yes, that’s me. Hi!” I shake their hands enthusiastically. “So lovely to meet more Starry Hill residents.”
Calixta points to the cake. “Annamae told us you’re the one we have to thank for this beauty that’s just as delicious as it looks.”
My cheeks heat with pleasure at the compliment. “Thank you,” I say, fisting my skirt so I don’t throw my arms around her in a hug. “I was really inspired to create something that felt very true to Starry Hill. Tilly and Bodin wanted to celebrate the community and what better way than to use ingredients from the island.”
Beryl pulls her wife against her, placing her hand on Calixta’s hip. “It was such a unique blend of flavors. Where did you get your inspiration?”
“Oh! That’s easy. I’m sure you know all about the tangerine grove close to my aunt and uncle’s house. I was walking through there on my way to town one morning and it was like the fruit just called to me. I picked one, ate it on the spot, and then amillion ideas flooded my mind. I grabbed a bunch more and then practically ran to the café to start mixing and tasting.”
Calixta smirks and quirks her head to the side. “The tangerine grove you say? Did you happen to see the creature who lives there?”
My hand flies to my mouth and my eyes round to saucers. “Oh no! Did I accidentally steal from someone?”
Beryl pats my shoulder. “It’s okay, don’t worry too much. He’d be happy to know he inadvertently helped supply something for the ceremony cake.”
I crane my head like I have any idea who I’m looking for. “Is he still here? I need to apologize to him. And ask permission if inspiration strikes again.”
Calixta exchanges a look with Beryl, a whole conversation wordlessly passing between them with a couple of eyebrows twitches. When they turn to me again, it’s with secretive grins.
“He is, in fact, still here,” Calixta says. She cups my shoulders and turns me until I’m looking across the beach at maybe the most attractive creature I’ve ever seen. “That’s Ren.”
Maroon-red horns curve out from a mop of unruly black hair that begs to be ruffled—or gripped. He has the cutest face, a practically chiseled jaw, and kind eyes hiding behind glasses he keeps adjusting. His tail is wrapped around his right leg, the spade tip resting against his ankle. Even from here I can tell he has a magnificent body that he’s hiding under oversized clothes. But from the way he’s shifting uncomfortably on his feet and hovering on the edge of the crowd, makes me think he might be super shy.
He looks like he needs a friend. I canbe his friend!
