Page 19 of The Orc Who Hated Christmas
And now Graal’s musky scent encompassed him. Cas hadn’t actually been cold. But he wouldn’t turn down the pleasure of being wrapped in Graal’s warm coat that smelled deliciously of the orc. He pulled the coat closed and tookdeep breaths of Graal’s scent. His cock grew thicker and heavier. Thankfully, the coat hid his burgeoning erection.
“But aren’t you cold now?” Cas sounded rather breathless.
“No. Orcs are less susceptible to cold than humans. Maybe like pixies. We still feel it. Still dislike it. But it isn’t too bad right now,” Graal said. “And I want you to be nice and warm even if you don’t feel the cold too badly.”
Snow drifted from the sky. Cas tilted his head back, letting the cold flakes land on his flushed skin.
“I know you said snow is shit,” Cas said. “And I get that. I imagine working all day in it whilst hauling rocks around the city can be pretty miserable.” The white flakes danced in the air, catching the light of candles and magicked globes. “But I still think it’s beautiful.”
Cas looked at Graal. Graal’s yellow gaze fixed on Cas, his mouth slightly open.
That’s desire on his face. He wants me. Graal wants me.
“I think the snow can look very beautiful.” Graal paused. “Especially on you.”
Someone knocked into Cas from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly Graal’s hands gripped his waist, lifting him from the ground and placing him with his back to the wall of one of the stalls. Graal shielded him from the people, crowding him.
Cas reached out and gripped a massive bicep. He sucked in a breath as his cock throbbed. Graal had lifted Cas so easily. His large hands pressed firmly against Cas’s waist. How easy would it be for Graal to lift him, shove him against the stall, and fuck him?
Cas whimpered, and pixie dust burst forth.
Graal’s eyes widened as the dust glittered around them. They stared at each other. Then Graal’s tongue slid out, and he licked the dust from his lips, tasting Cas’s essence.
“Fuck me,” Cas whispered.
Graal froze.
Cas didn’t know if he’d just been swearing or if it was a plea. It didn’t matter; he wanted Graal to fuck him. Cas tilted his neck back, staring up into Graal’s eyes, trying to convey all his need and desire that pulsed inside him.
Graal’s pupils dilated until only a small rim of yellow could be seen. Cas slid his hand up Graal’s arm. A rumble escaped Graal’s throat.
“I want you,” Cas whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” Cas took a deep breath. He had to say the next bit. It was important. “But I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t do that right now. But I’d love to have your big cock fucking into my tight hole. Tonight.” He licked his lips. “If you want me, that is.”
People flowed around them. Several glanced at them before walking past. But Cas didn’t care. All he cared about was the orc staring down at him and what his answer would be.
Graal’s gaze roamed Cas’s face and body, causing Cas to flush. He wanted to beg and plead, but he needed Graal to come to his decision on his own.
Graal leaned forward as if about to kiss him. Then he froze and looked around. “Where?”
Cas took Graal’s hand and led him through the crowds to the edge of the market, to the final row of stalls. He led them behind. It was the edge of the town square, completely dark except for Cas’s pixie aura, which cast a pale glow around him.
“Here. No one is around. No one should come by.” Cas turned and faced Graal. He surged forward and kissed him.
Their lips pressed together, Graal’s mouth larger than his. Graal groaned into the kiss, hands clutching at Cas’s shoulders.
Cas pulled back slightly, licking along Graal’s tusk thathad captured his attention earlier. Then he fused their mouths again. Cas’s tongue pressed forward, requesting entry. Graal let him in, tongue entwining with Cas’s. Graal’s hands pressed against Cas’s lower back, holding him in place.
But it wasn’t enough. Cas needed to touch skin. He pulled back and tore Graal’s jacket from his own body. He took a step back and fumbled with his tunic. He kicked off his shoes and reached for his trousers. Graal’s large hands joined in, pulling at the fabric and discarding it on the snow until he stood naked before Graal.
CHAPTER 11
“You’re magnificent,” Graal whispered in awe. “So magnificent.”
Graal couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe Cas wanted him. Him! Graal!
Snow fell around Cas, who stood naked before Graal. A light wind blew. The loose parts of Cas’s long white and pale-blue hair hung free and caressed his skin. Blue swirling patterns started around Cas’s collarbone and ran down his arms, almost like jewellery. They shimmered as he moved.
Cas’s translucent wings, a mix of various dark blues, flapped slowly behind him. Cas’s hard cock rested amongst his curls.
