And there was my own past, sneaking in to cloud the present.
Abby glared at me before turning to Jordan. “But things won’t go south. Be positive. This might be theone. Don’t let all those past crappy experiences color your judgement. Don’t miss out on what could be the love of your life.”
I kinda needed that pep talk as well. Dean was a good guy. He checked all the boxes. I should give him a chance…giveusa chance. No more wild orc sex for me. If I ever wanted to find a life-partner, I needed to start dating guys who actually met that criteria and stay away from the sexy assholes who always ended up burning my heart and dancing on the ashes. No. More. Eng.
Then Abby broke me out of my thought with some weird insistence that Jordan take regular pregnancy tests because in those crazy monster romance books she read the orcs all had super-sperm.
“Fiction,” I told her while mentally panicking and wondering where the closest drug store was for a pregnancy test. IUD. Condoms. Damn, what if they really did have some sort of supernaturally powered swimmers? I envisioned the little guys busting through prophylactics and powering their way intact past the coils of my birth control device, and shuddered in horror.
“How the hell does sperm force her to ovulate when she’s on hormonal birth control?” I asked. “That doesn’t make sense. Does orc sperm burn through condoms? Diaphragms?”
“I swallowed,” Jordan said, twisting her napkin in her hands. “There’s no way that stuff is caustic enough to do any of that. I mean it didn’t burn my esophagus, so how could it burn condoms?”
“Hot damn. Jordan swallowed.” I saluted her with my beer, silently counting the days since my last period.
“Is there anything else those orc romances mentioned?” Jordan asked Abby. “Unusual customs or physiological things I should know about? Is Ozar going to sprout a tail and a second cock? Do orcs have harems? Shed their skin? Need to take a six-year pilgrimage to a cave during their lifetime?”
I stared at Abby, a little afraid of her answer. Fiction. This was fiction that my friend was reading and it had nothing to do with the actual living orcs in Baltimore, with the actual living orc I’d been fucking like my life depended on it.
“No, but they often have soulmates,” Abby said. “Two orcs will meet and it will be more than just a love-at-first-sight thing. It’s like they’re meant for each other. Fated to be together.”
I blew out a relieved breath. There was no need to worry about that sort of thing. At least I didn’t need to be prepared for shedding skin or second cocks, although the tail thing I could live with.
But none of that mattered because I was not having sex with Eng again. Not.
We moved on to other topics of conversation, finished our beers and our food. Saying our goodbyes in front of the burger joint, we each went our separate ways to our cars. Halfway home, I made a left where I should have made a right and parked outside of a familiar apartment building.
Eng answered on the first knock.
“I’d like to ride your hand-axe,” I informed him. “All night long, if you’re up to that sort of thing.”
He grunted then his hand shot out to drag me inside his apartment. “I am up to being ridden. All night long.”
11
ENG
The knock on my door startled me. No one had ever come to my hovel, and for a second I assumed whoever it was had the wrong address. I expected a human delivery person when I swung the door open, but instead I saw the shrew.
Her midnight curls had been pulled into a messy top knot, ringlets escaping to frame the golden skin of her face. The hairdo made her eyes look bigger and darker. But it wasn’t her eyes that held my attention, it was a body part below her neck. The shrew wore a snug red T-shirt with a low scooped neck that revealed the topmost curve of her breasts. It was just a glimpse, a hint of the firm roundness hidden by the fabric. My hand-axe rose as I remembered the feel of them in my hands, the taste of them on my tongue, the way she gasped when I drew her pebbled nipples into my mouth.
Then she told me that she wanted to ride my hand-axe all night long. The instrument in question instantly hardened, and I dragged her into my hovel, barely taking a moment to swing the door shut with my foot before I claimed her mouth with mine.
Her tongue swept against mine. Her hands clawed ineffectually against my shirt. Then with a frustrated noise, shereached for my neck and climbed me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist and grinding herself against me. The silky patterned skirt she wore had bunched up above her hips, and I caught sight of the narrow strip of black lace that only served to highlight the beauty of her garden.
We were frantic. Starved. We didn’t even make it to my tiny bedroom, falling instead on the garish plaid couch that had been provided with this hovel. I held back enough to be careful with her clothing, liking this skirt and top and not wanting to ruin them. She wasn’t as considerate when it came to my attire. A seam tore as she yanked my shirt over my head. A button flew as she impatiently yanked off my pants. Clearly thrilled to find there were no further barriers to my hand-axe, she dropped her mouth to the tip while my pants were still around my ankles, snagged in place by the shoes and socks I still wore.
The world around me blurred and I fell back against the arm of the sofa, completely consumed by the warm, wet slide of her lips on me, the little flick she did with the tip of her tongue along my slit, the way she took me deep down to my base, sucking as she slid up to release me with a “pop.” Her one hand cupped my balls, while the other supported herself right next to my thigh on the sofa cushion. The loose ebony curls tickled my skin each time she pulled me in, and her eyes met mine, filled with wicked pleasure each time she slid me free of her mouth. I tried to hold back but she made a humming noise as she pulled me deep into her mouth and I nearly came undone.
“I want to taste you. I want—” I couldn’t finish the thought, frantically trying not to come.
“Later,” she whispered as she licked the white bead that had escaped my hand-axe. “I know how quickly you recover. We’ve got all night for you to taste me and fuck me. Right now, I want to get you off with my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of your seed. I want to lick you clean.”
I gasped, knowing I was going to lose this battle. This female could take me over the edge like none ever had before. There was something addictive about her, something that made me want to claim her as mine, to murder any male who so much as looked at her. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted her by my side. Something deep inside me hinted at the male I could become if I just let this shrew into my heart.
It wasn’t long before I lost the battle of control and emptied myself into her mouth. Again and again we brought each other indescribable pleasure. For the second night in a row, neither of us got more than a few hours of sleep, yet I’d never felt so relaxed, so rested.
It wasn’t until the next morning, waking to an empty bed, that reality came crashing down.
