Negan giggles. “See? Winner.”
“He doesn’t know,” I say, but a smile curving my lips anyway.
“He doesn’t need to know. Fact is, he did it on his own. I’ve never heard him shout outDen. He always called himFool.”
I snort. “MayhapMoron?”
“Idiotfits too.”
We laugh together before I lean in, “Tell me the truth. Did you used to sneak out with him?”
Her laughter rings harder.
And when we both stop laughing, it’s at the exact same time. We end up gazing into each other’s eyes.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
“How I had no idea how beautiful you are before today.”
“Flatterer.”
“Nay. Just truthful.”
The music slows. This is a chance to take her in my arms, so I rise and hold my arms out. She waltzes into them and we drift together to the dance floor.
“Var?”
“Yes, sweet?”
“I know tonight’s inconvenient. You have fresh stitches and all. But when you’re feeling better… I’d like you to be the one. To be my first.”
My heart pounds so hard in my chest. I’m sure she can hear it thundering against her ear. The thought of being the only male between her thighs makes something primitive inside me want to roar. I press a trembling kiss to the top of her head.
If I have my way, I’d be the only male between her legsever.Not just her first.
“I’d be honored. And I’d make it so good for you.”
She looks up and licks her lips. “I have no doubts.”
Right there, right then, I lower my head until my mouth hovers over hers. I wait, wanting her to decide if she wants this kiss or not. She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips meet mine; they’re warm and soft. My breath catches. We both savor the moment and then open our mouths at the same time. Her tongue meets mine and if I thought my heart was racing before, I think I may die a happy orc from the exploding organ.
Negan is mine. I just have to figure out a way to keep her because if we go home, she’ll die with my family. And hers would just as soon have me dead.
She smells like orange blossoms and her skin is so smooth and soft. Her arms wrap around my neck and she presses soft mounds against my chest, the nipples pebbling against my tunic.
I could slide my hand lower, underneath the short skirt. Find the throbbing center of my female, see how wet her virgin cunt is. See if she’s soaked with need, make her whimper for me.
“I knew your kisses would be a balm for my soul,” I mutter, taking her mouth again, ignoring the pain in my belly where she’s pressed up to my stitches.
She gasps and pulls away. “I have to be careful with you, orc. You’re injured still.”
I scoff. “’Tis worth a little pain to have such pleasure, wench. Kiss me again and never stop.”
Chapter Nine
Negan:
WE WALK HAND in hand to the hotel when the party winds down. It feels so normal, like we’ve done this a million times and maybe it’s because he walked me home to Rosemary’s earlier? We’re just so comfortable together, walking in silence, listening to the crickets in the night, or talking about everything under the sun.
