It was so hard not to laugh. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep it contained.
“I’m not leaving. In fact, I’ll stay put and help you through it.” She gestured at him. “Clearly, you’re dehydrated and you need to eat something. I can run you a cold bath if you want. I’ll apply cold compresses, on your cock even, if it helps.”
He growled at her, but it seemed he didn’t have the strength to protest.
She moved past him to reach the clawfoot tub.
“I’ll run you a super cold bath.”
She accidentally brushed his arm with hers, the contact brief but electric.
Morgath grabbed her by the waist, his grip firm and desperate. He threw her against the wall and bracketed her body with his. They were so close that the length of his cock pressed against her stomach.
Audrey could feel every ridge and throb of it as it pulsed. The heat of his body was overwhelming, making her feel like she was burning up. She shuddered as her pussy gushed, a rush of juices soaking her panties straight through.
“I need you so badly right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t think I can stop myself. Just leave, Audrey.”
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek, the touch tender despite the desperation in his voice. His hips pushed into her, grinding his cock against her stomach.
Her skin flushed, and her breath quickened like she couldn’t get enough air. She was trapped between the wall and his solid body, and everything inside her was screaming at her to run.
“I will stay and help you,” she whispered, surprised she still sounded like she knew what she was doing. “I’m your bride, Morgath, and you will accept my help. Now…” She placed her hand on his chest and pushed gently. “I’ll run you a bath, and we’ll take it from there.”
He hung his head, his forehead almost touching hers. He released her and stepped back, his hands falling away from the wall.
“All right, but don’t touch me again. Stay as far away from me as you can, or I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Audrey turned to the tub, her hands shaking. She turned the water on, making it as cold as possible.
She smirked to herself.
Chapter Thirteen
Audrey straightened and brushed her hands down the front of her dress. She was wearing the blue velvet one today.
“You should get in,” she said. “I’ll prepare a light meal for you.”
Morgath watched her go, his jaw clenched. He waited until she disappeared into the workshop before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down. The fabric was soaked through with precum. He tossed them aside and lowered himself into the cold water, gasping as the shock of it hit his overheated skin. The cold was brutal, making him shiver as he sank down until the water reached his chest.
For a few minutes, he was able to relax. The heat that had consumed him for hours began to ease, and his muscles unclenched slightly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the rim of the tub. His breathing slowed, and the desperate throbbing in his cock dulled to something almost manageable. He could think again, focus on something other than the relentless ache.
He thought about how he’d gotten himself into this miserable, humiliating situation. A powerful mage reduced to this, unable to control his own body, forced to hide in his hut like some pathetic creature.
And now Audrey, the last person he wanted here, was just in the next room. He could hear her moving around, the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, the rustle of fabric as she rummaged through the food basket. Every small noise she made pulled his attention and made him acutely aware of her presence.
He thought back to the institute and the first time he saw her. He’d felt a pull toward her even then. Something about her had called to him. He’d tried to dismiss it, tried to walk away andforget her face. But when she put her hand on his chest and stopped him, when she looked up at him with those fierce blue eyes and refused to let him leave the room, he knew he was in trouble.
He’d been trying to fight it ever since. Every single day, he’d been trying to convince himself that he didn’t even like her. She was annoying, prickly, defiant – everything he should find unappealing in a female. But the truth was that her feisty attitude turned him on more than anything. The way she talked back to him, how she refused to be intimidated… The way she’d looked at him when she’d stripped naked at the institute. He’d wanted to grab her right then and bend her over the furniture, claim her in every way possible.
And by all the gods, the dresses she wore! He knew he’d done it to himself, asking her to wear them when he should’ve just left her alone. Apparently, he loved torturing himself. Every time she walked into a room, his cock hardened. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way it showed off her breasts, her hips, and those long legs…
He wanted her so badly that he couldn’t be near her anymore. That was why he’d been avoiding her, keeping his distance at dinner, not pulling her into his lap, not feeding her, though he loved doing it. But the more he ignored her, the more she entered his every thought.
When he was working in his workshop, he thought about her. When he was patrolling with his raiders, checking the borders of their territory, he thought about her. When he was lying in bed at night, trying and failing to sleep, he thought about her.
He shouldn’t feel attracted to her at all. Since he’d been pulled into the human dimension, not once had he found human females appealing. He’d found them weak, fragile, and uninteresting, nothing like the strong orc females he’d known and fucked in his world.
Audrey was different. She was bold and defiant, and she didn’t cower from him the way other humans did. She stood up to him, challenged him, and made him feel things he had no business feeling.
