Her head tipped to one side, so I could drag my nose and my tusk down to her temple and her ear. I wanted to turn her, to claim her lips, to claimherin front of everyone.
But she breathed, “We can’t.”
Her body was sayingyes we can, but I wasn’t so much of an asshole to ignore her words. Words were important.
So I took a deep breath and forced myself to straighten. I couldn’t force myself to release her, but I struggled to gain control of myKteerand my cock.Hunt. Catch. Fuck.
“Why not?” I finally managed.
Jocelyn was the one to push away from me, to shift so my hand rested on her hip instead of holding her againstme. She tipped her head back, and in the moonlight, her eyes looked…sad?
“Because, Brakkor, this was one night. Remember? That’s what we agreed to. I’ll never,everforget that night, but…I don’t want you to have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
And then, before I could pick my jaw off the ground, before I could explain I wasfarfrom uncomfortable with her in my arms, Jocelyn slipped away from me. With one last, almost sad look, she gathered her hem and hurried toward where her friend Kesha was meeting the other human females from the island.
I watched, wrestling to control myKteer’surges to go after her, throw her over my shoulder and claim her, as she grabbed a glass of champagne Brooke offered. Only now, Jocelyn didn’t look happy and at ease sipping from it. She seemed to shrink in on herself.
And I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like any of it.
With a growl, I turned on my heel and stalked into the night.
Chapter Seven
Jocelyn
I masturbatedthree times on Kesha’s wedding night.
From what she had said of her arrangement with her groom,shewasn’t getting any sexy times. So I figured I might as well take one for the team anddo somethingabout the way my pussy wouldn’t stop throbbing.
Needy little bitch.
Maybe I was a little drunk, yeah, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t doing anything I hadn’t done before: fingered myself while remembering the way Brakkor dicked me. God, his cock had been magnificent, hadn’t it? Seeing him tonight—fuck,feelinghim tonight? It had brought back all those memories.
So I squeezed my nipple hard and pressed my lips together to muffle my gasp as I came in the big lonely bed.
It wasn’t enough. All it took was the realization that I could still somehow feel his fingers on my hip, feel the warmth of his breath on my throat…and I was horny again.
By the time I fell asleep, I was afraid the skin on my fingertips was getting wrinkly.
On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly good. Not-at-all hungover, which was a Christmas miracle—or would be, if it wasn’t early June. Breakfast was a delightful frittata with fresh strawberries and blueberries on the side, along with warm tea and a buttery flaky croissant. Mrs. Edith, who did the cooking and serving, blushed hardcore from how much I complimented her.
After breakfast, I took a nice, hot shower, then slipped into my comfiest clothes and headed to the address Kesha had given me.
Apparently, it had only been in the last few years that so many orcs had moved to Eastshore Isle, and last autumn there’d been another influx. One of them was a super-rich Fortune 500 CEO or some shit, and he’d purchased land, put in utilities and roads, and then sold large lots to the newcomers, so they would feel like they were still connected to nature while having a community.
I told myself I wasn’t going to ask which of the new houses belonged to Brakkor, because I didn’t want to know.
I was leaving tomorrow afternoon—check out was at eleven, and I figured I’d take some time to tour the historical parts of town before I grabbed a ferry back tothe mainland. Point was, I didn’t have time to get involved with Brakkor again.
Especially not after I rejected him last night.
But I mean, what else was I supposed to do? He’d made it clear, back in that hotel, that our hookup had been a one-night-only thing. And you know what? Ilikedhis honesty. I liked that he was upfront with what he wanted, and how we’d both discussed and agreed to terms about it. He could be blunt, yeah—his interactions with Milo last night proved it—but as much as it sometimes embarrassed me, I appreciated that he was honest about stuff.
I’d had enough of guys not being honest with me, thanks.
AndbecauseI respected Brakkor’s honesty, I wasn’t going to buy his sudden change of heart. Like Chad, the Brakkor of last night had been horny for me just because I was there, and he knew I was up for it.
