Oh.
Heat floods my cheeks as I remember exactly what we did on this pile of clothes. What he did to me. What I did to him. Multiple times.
A satisfied smile spreads across my face. I’m deliciously sore between my thighs. He was so big, even after his body returned to normal, Keric was still the largest guy I’ve ever been with. Not that I have a ton of experience, but enough to know that Keric Irontree is... generously proportioned. But this is a good sore. The kind that makes me want to squeeze my thighs together and remember every moment.
I didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm three times during sex.
In the past, I was lucky if I came once with a partner. Usually, the really good orgasms in my life were the ones I gave myself, alone in my bed with my vibrator and imagination. Men I’d been with before were either too fast, too selfish, or too clueless to figure out what I needed. I’d learned to fake it convincingly and then finish myself off later.
But Keric... Keric said he’d studied? And then he made it his mission to learn my body and wring every ounce of pleasure from it. And he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I glance down at my body in the dim light of the cave. Same soft belly I’ve always had. Same thick thighs with their dimples of cellulite. Same rolls at my sides and in my back when I bend certain ways. All the things I’ve been self-conscious about since I was a teenager, when I was always the biggest girl in class.
Keric doesn’t see any of that and he thinks I’m sexy just the way I am. He called me perfect and said he wanted my thick thighs wrapped around his head. He grabbed my ass like it was the greatest treasure he’d ever found. For the first time in my life, I felt genuinely sexy during sex. Not like I was trying to hide my body or position myself at flattering angles.
The memory of gripping his horns while I rode his face butterflies to take flight in my belly. The way he groaned against me, the vibration making everything more intense. And later,the scrape of his tusks against my inner thighs as he kissed his way up my body...
I could get used to this.
Keric shifts behind me, pulling me closer against his chest. He’s still asleep, his breathing deep and even, but even unconscious he’s holding me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I snuggle back against him, content to stay here forever. The cave is cold, but his body radiates heat like a furnace. I’m perfectly warm wrapped up in him.
My eyes are drifting closed again when I hear it.
Voices. Male voices. Echoing from somewhere deeper in the cave system and they’re getting closer.
Keric stirs instantly, going from asleep to alert in a heartbeat. A growl rumbles in his chest. “Someone’s coming,” he murmurs against my hair.
Before we can move or do anything, figures appear at the entrance to our little alcove. Three orcs. I recognize them from the commune—Kelt, Urdan, and Whelan. They’re all huge, all intimidating, and they’re all carrying heavy iron chains. The kind meant for restraining a feral orc.
“There he is,” Urdan shouts.
My stomach drops straight through the floor.
I’m completely naked, lying on a pile of clothes with Keric’s seed still sticky between my thighs. And three orcs are staring right at us. “Oh my god,” I squeak, grabbing for anything to cover myself.
Keric is already moving, putting his massive body between me and his cousins. He’s naked too, but he clearly doesn’t care. His only concern is shielding me from their view.
“Don’t look at her,” he snarls, and there’s an edge to his voice that sounds almost feral again.
“Anna, are you okay?” Kelt tries to peer around Keric, his voice urgent with concern. “Are you hurt?”
“Get dressed,” Keric tells me over his shoulder, his voice softer. “I’ll handle this.”
I scramble for my clothes, yanking on my underwear, jeans and sweater as fast as humanly possible. My hands are shaking. My face is burning. This is literally my worst nightmare.
The three orcs circle Keric, chains ready. They’re not attacking, but they’re clearly prepared to restrain him if he makes a wrong move.
“Keric, we need you to stay calm,” Urdan says carefully, like he’s talking to a wild animal.
“We followed your trail from the cabin,” Whelan adds, his voice grim. “We found the bodies. We know what happened with the scent bomb.”
When I’m finally decent I step out from behind Keric. He’s still standing there like a wall, completely unbothered by his own nudity, focused entirely on keeping his cousins at bay.
“We’re here to help,” Kelt says, but he’s not looking at Keric anymore. He’s looking at me. And there’s something in his expression that makes my stomach turn.
Pity. He’s looking at me with pity.
Oh no. They think...
