Page 47 of My Orc Hookup


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This far east, during the summer, the sun set late, and as I pulled out of my brother’s driveway, it was just sinking over the scrub oak and pines in the west. Still plenty of light left, but it was that golden kind of light that made everything feel slightly…I dunno,magical?

“This is a really nice community,” Jocelyn was chattering on, as if to hide how nervous she was. “Your brother said your old boss built it? He bought a big piece of property and laid the infrastructure, then sold y’all individual lots. It seems cool, like a way to be surrounded by nature, but still be connected to the town.”

What was she saying? I could hear her fucking heartbeat, smell her nervousness, but my brain couldn’t seem to process her words. I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead as we passed the last of the houses built for the orcs who’d moved from Colorado with me.

Since she was waiting for an answer, though, I tried a grunt.

Maybe it was enough, because she continued. “The woods are really pretty in this light. But they’re so isolated. I feel like I’m a million miles from anything. If Igot lost out there, I don’t think anyone would hear me if I screamed.”

“I would hear you,” I blurted, easing off the gas, slowing. “I could find you.”

“Oh yeah.” Her laugh was a little awkward. “The wholehuntandcatchthing.”

“Fuck.” My voice was a merest rasp, and I couldn’t look at her.

Ifelther inhale. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me, Brakkor?”

Oh, gods below.“W-what have we been doing then?”

“I want to have sex with you, Brakkor. I want your cock in me.”

My foot slammed on the brake pedal as I yanked the steering wheel. The truck skidded to a halt on the gravel shoulder as I popped my seatbelt and twisted to pin Jocelyn with a stare as myKteerhowled in joy.

“You have to be sure, Kitten.Certainyou want that.”

The sweet smell of her arousal was perfuming the air of my truck, and I could see the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. Her honey-warm eyes were wide, but I could read her excitement.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, and myKteerrumbled in my chest urging me to reach for her.

“You want to come on my cock, Kitten?”

“Hunt me.” Her little tongue darted over her lower lip. “Catch me. That’s what you told me fucking was all about, right?”

But she was myMate.

Still, I wasn’t going to deny either of us this. Holding her gaze, I turned the engine off. In the silence of the summer sunset, I heard her heart pounding in time with mine, heard the distant hoot of an owl, heard thepingof the engine cooling down.

My nostrils flared, my cock already rock hard.

She wanted me to hunt her? “Thenrun,Kitten.”

Jocelyn

My pulse poundedin my ears, and my pussy was already slick as I stumbled out of the truck, ridiculously grateful that Brakkor had added the step for me. When I realized last week he’d done it, I thought it was a silly addition, since I wouldn’t be on Eastshore long.

Tonight, though? Tonight my mind and heart were torn in two. I desperately wanted to stay here—with him—forever, but I was terrified that once he got what he needed, he would reject me.

Maybe it was that uncertainty that made tonight feel wild and daring. He was going to hunt me?

Brakkor was going tohuntme!

I was wearing my cute little sundress again, along with a pair of sandals that crunched the pine needles beneath my feet as I lurched toward a break in the underbrush. There was enough light left to see that this was either ahiking trail or a wildlife trail, and I would make good use of it.

Behind me, I heard the slam of the truck door, and I curled my fingers around the hem of my dress and began to jog along the trail. There were tall pines surrounding me, interspersed with scrub oaks and wild azalea bushes. Without moving into the thick underbrush, I would be easy to find.

There! A fork in the path—I took the left one, and then, when the path split again, I took the left one again.

I’d grown up camping and hiking with my parents, and I knew it was stupid to go into the woods at night without any sort of survival gear. But I also had complete confidence that Brakkor could find me.