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Now we’re together in the hall, so very close. The top of my head barely reaches his shoulders and I’m staring hard at his green muscled chest and corded neck. He’s gazing down at me with dark lust and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
I take a step closer and put my hand on the hot skin of his bare chest.
He reaches down and places a warm, heavy hand on the back of my neck. “Your arousal is causing you agitation because you require relief?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “That’s exactly the problem.”
He lowers his head and captures my lips and I’m in heaven. I sigh with delight. Maybe he’s intent on bringing me relief? We haven’t kissed in a year and it’s still as wonderful as I remember. I love the scrape of his large teeth and the boundaries of those tusks. He tastes amazing. Whelan groans and deepens the kiss.
I reach up and dig my fingers into his fabulous hair and rub myself against that amazing erection.
His lips and tusks leave a hot trail down my neck. His other hand moves to my waist, so very close to my breast. A growl rumbles in his chest and he breaks off the kiss. “No,” he pants.
“No?”
“It is normally my job to make sure you are always pleasured but I will only fuck you again when I am certain of your commitment.”
“Whelan, I’m staying. I’ve moved here with the babies. How many times do I have to say this?”
He leans in and hisses, “It’s not only that. You kept my sons from me for a whole year. I missed their birth.”
Anger courses through my veins. “Yes, you are the father and you deserved for me to tell you. But I’m not simply a body for you to breed and an oven for you to grow offspring. I’m a person with actual feelings. I had to think everything through, alone, without you there to talk me into anything I didn’t want. I knew I immediately wanted to keep the babies, so there was that. Then everything else grew from there. And it’s not like I’ve kept your babies secret from you for the last decade. They are only three months old. We can make up for time lost. I’m here Whelan. I’m here…”
Then he growls and pushes back. “I ca
I suck in a sharp breath. “Now you’re the one who believes in nonsense,” I challenge. “I only want you Whelan. Just you.”
“You say that now, but what about a year from now? Two years from now? Other females have done that to our orcs. They beg at the gates to be let back in just for a night and are turned away.”
“You need to stop blaming me for the mistakes of other women. I am ready to commit to you, Whelan. Ready and waiting.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back, drops his own hands and steps away. “Drew, I ca
And then he turns his back on me and he’s gone.
Chapter 9
Drew
Two days later we’re still at a stalemate.
We are friendly and get along great, but he’s not even sleeping in the same bed at night with me. He squeezes his huge body on the too-small couch in the front room because apparently, it’s the only way he won’t end up fucking me, which he refuses to let happen.
Meanwhile, I might verbally respect Whelan’s boundaries, but I can’t seem to help my insistent arousal. Every time I pass too close to him in the hall, or whenever I’m alone in the bedroom or the shower all I can think of his how much I want his cock in my mouth. My clit throbs for his attention. My vagina weeps for him. I literally can’t help myself from trying to entice this amazing male to have hot sex with me. And he continues to reject me, despite his semi-permanent erection, which I assume is painful since he’s often grabbing it through his pants, trying to adjust it.
I want nothing more than to help him with that, but I’m not allowed. I can see the outline of his long cock under this towel after his showers and it’s epic. I’m constantly reminded of why I fell into bed with him in the first place. Every time Bran and Owen go down for a nap, I wish we could scurry off to bed together. But he considers me untrustworthy and my motives problematic.
Meanwhile, the more I get to know Whelan Overlook, the more I like him.
It’s crazy but I’ve felt very comfortable around Whelan from the first moment he arrived at the cabin. I breastfeed and pump in front of him, like it’s nothing. In a short amount of time, we’ve fallen into a caring-for-the-babies-together routine that feels right. It’s comfortable. He lets me sleep in every morning and makes sure I take a nap in the afternoons. I feel like I’ve caught up on all my missed sleep. I look at myself in the mirror and the circles under my eyes are fading.
He really does do all the cleaning and I do the cooking. Our life here at the commune with our boys is cozy. I want to be in his arms. I want to be able to snuggle next to Whelan and entwine my legs with his. I love cooking for him and wish he’d let me feed him by hand because it’s so loving.
The thought of packing up to leave without my boys or my orc makes me want to cry. I look back at the first three months in California without him and wonder how I even managed.
I’m about ready to set up a desk in a corner of the bedroom so I can open my MacBook and get back to work from his cabin.
That’s when you know I’m serious.
I should continue to be angry that he doesn’t believe that he growled at me in his sleep and said he wanted to kidnap me, which was my whole reason for initially ru
I’m patient. He’ll finally see reason.
The good news is that we’ve stopped arguing. I’ve said everything that’s to be said about the subject and I suppose he has too. Now I concentrate on showing him that even though I initially left—for very a good reason—I now want nothing more than to live with him here in this commune. I want to raise our family together and make a life here with him.
One day, he’ll crack and realize this is right. And I’ll be there with open arms.
“You know tonight is Halloween?” I say from the floor next to Bran, trying to start another conversation with my brooding orc husband.
Whelan sits against the couch with Owen propped on his thighs, making fu
“Are you going to dress up in costume?”
“I don’t need to dress up for this strange human tradition, considering I already appear monstrous to humans.”
This response breaks my heart. “I’d like to have a chance to show you that it can be fun, even for orcs. Don’t you celebrate it at all?”
He shrugs. “No, but I am willing to accommodate my Bri—” he cuts himself off and goes silent.
“Your…what?” Was he about to call me his Bride?
“Nothing,” he responds with a gruff voice, avoiding eye contact.
Heh. “No one is mentioning Halloween around here, which is troubling. I haven’t seen any carved pumpkins or mention of trick or treating. My condo got lots of kids trick or treating, which I always loved. It was fun dressing up, decorating the front of my doorstep and passing out mountains of candy. The best part was seeing the children’s costumes was telling them how much I loved what they were dressed up as and watching them beam at the praise.”
He grunts. “I can see how that could be enjoyable.”