Текст книги "Twins for the Wild Orc"

Автор книги: Michele Mills

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“I didn’t say that.”

“You did. Also, you don’t realize what a big deal it was for me to come to you. I mean, I live on the other side of the country. After I learned you lived on an orc commune in Maine, my best friend convinced me to move out to Maine, which is her home state. I always thought I’d be a California girl to the day I died, but instead I moved across the country. I had to fire my beloved Nanny who’d been helping me out with the boys the best she could. The airline wouldn’t allow me to fly with both babies by myself so my best friend Amelia went through the bother of flying out to California, just so she could help me pack up and fly back to her hometown with the babies between us. Flying with them out here was a harrowing experience with lots of exasperated passengers glaring at my crying infants the whole time. I put my condo up for sale and all my stuff is in storage. Coming here with the boys wasn’t easy, but I’m here.”

He blinks. “You moved across the country?”

I sit down heavily in a nearby chair. “Yes. I’m not simply here for a visit. I changed my entire life so I can make a go of this with you.”

“You love your orc sons?” he demands.

“Yes. I am their mother. I love them. They are the most important things in my life. And I’m not kidding. I had no idea until I gave birth to those two that love like that could exist.”

A pleasant sound, almost a purr, rumbles in his chest. Then he stands up. “I am going to check on them.”

“No, don’t wake them,” I blurt out.

“Why?”

“It’s so hard for them to sleep. I think they’re both exhausted. That’s why I fell asleep so easily too, I’m also exhausted.”

“You do appear thinner than I remember and there are dark circles under your eyes.”

My lips thin. “Thanks.”

“Do not worry, female, you did the right thing, coming to me. You will now get all the sleep you require. Our sons will sleep well too.”

“They’ve been fussy,” I admit as I stand and follow him back down the dark hallway. “I’ve been worried they’re too small and not thriving like they should.”

Whelan quietly opens the bedroom door. He walks to the nearest crib and lifts a baby tenderly in his arms, unwraps him and places Owen against his bare chest, skin to skin. Owen snuggles and buries his face into the chest of his father. I can literally see the contentment on his tiny face. Then the massive orc reaches out and uses his other arm to pick up his other son and brings Bran too against his chest. Then all of them are together. It’s a thing of beauty. I pull my cell phone from my pocket and take a quick picture.

Whelan moves to the open window, lifting both babies, so the guards can see. Then he exits the room with them still snuggled in each arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I am taking them to bed with me. We will sleep together this way the rest of the night. They need my scent and I need theirs.”

“Oh.” I shuffle, uncertain of where I belong in this little tableau.

He pauses. “You can sleep in the bed next to us.”

“Are you sure? I thought you said…”

“I am not touching you, female. But your scent in my lungs will also be comforting. When you leave, I will have trouble sleeping again, but at least I will have had it for a time.”

“I’m not leaving.” I repeat.

“Uh huh.”

And then we all go into the dark bedroom together.

Chapter 6

Whelan

“Do you mind if I change into my pajamas?”

I nod, thinking my female will go into the hall bathroom to change but instead she closes the curtains, strides over to the dresser and takes out clothes from the drawer that I’ve never seen.

“What is this?” I move with the babies, so I have one arm free and open the other drawers and find she’s moved much of my clothes and filled many drawers with her own clothing. And that’s when I fully understand the fact that when I took a shower earlier there were so many of her products on the shelves. “You moved in?”

“Of course. I told you I’m here to really try.”

And then she turns her back to me and strips out of her pants and tosses them into a basket for dirty laundry. She takes off her shirt too and now she’s only in her underwear. I swallow hard, my eyes roaming down her exquisite form in the shadowy dark. She’s as beautiful as I remember. That ass was in my hands often as I plowed into her from behind. She turns to face me but doesn’t make eye contact. That’s when she reaches behind and unlatches her bra, bends forward to slip it off and tosses that too into the basket.

Her large breasts are even more spectacular than I remember. Heavier with milk for our sons and still perky and perfectly shaped.

She is tall and slender but not too much of either. My female isn’t delicate, which is important. She was able to easily withstand my violent orc lusts. I nutted in her at least seventeen times, pounding inside of her nonstop and she held up nicely, moaning with delight. I thought this proved we were a great match. But I was wrong.

And I’ve learned her name is Drew Reilly.

She named our two sons Bran and Owen, names which I surprisingly enjoy. But she is also a female who tells untruths about her reasons for leaving me.

She places her hands on her stomach. “I delivered the babies only three months ago but I’m already back to my normal weight and even though I was carrying twins I don’t really have any stretch marks. It’s pretty amazing.”

“Humans who give birth to orcs have always commented on this, going back to ancient times. There is some type of protection that our infants pass to the mothers. The labor is easier too and so is the nursing.”

“Oh wow,” she chuckles. “You know if more women knew that bit of important information it might be easier for orcs to find Brides.” She kicks off her underwear so I can see the dark triangle between her thighs.

This enticement is not going to work. Drew Reilly wants me to fuck her again and of course I want the same. I could easily put our sons back in their cribs and take her all night long.

She continues to push me to the edge and she’s lucky I’m able to keep my wild instincts at bay. Both of my sons are keeping me sane. They are the difference between me standing here talking, and the guards having to rush in and keep me from taking their mother much too roughly and harming her in the process.

Also, not once has she run from me. This helps too.

Drew claims she’s not here simply to drop off my sons and leave, but instead wants to try and live here with me at the commune as my Bride, at my hearth, so we can care for our sons together. It sounds too good to be true, because I vividly remember the pain and agony of this last year, left alone, not knowing what had happened to her or my son.

I can’t switch that easily.

Nor do I trust a female who’s already tricked me once. She claims I mumbled something about kidnapping her, but I’d never say such a thing and it irritates me that she makes up excuses for her behavior.

And she wants to try to remain at my side? “Try?” I snort quietly.

But she does sound sincere in her love for our sons. And I continue to scent her intense arousal for me. This is why I haven’t kicked her out yet. But I will not touch this female who isn’t sure if she wants me. Drew Reilly might want our sons, but their father she only wants as a temporary pleasure mate. My cock is hard and leaking, wishing to sink in her heat, but instead I concentrate on my sons. Also, I’m exhausted.

She pulls on a loose, short nightgown and starts unbuttoning the front to again expose her perfect breasts.

“Stop. It’s not going to work. I’m not going to fuck a female I cannot trust.”

She rolls her eyes and sits down on the bed and turns on the bedside light. “I can hold one of them,” she offers.

I shake my head.

“I need to feed them again.”

“I will help.”

She sits up against the headboard and starts to put a blanket over her chest then glances and me, smiles and tosses it aside. I rest back against the headboard too with pillows and place Owen on my chest while he waits to be fed. I hand her Bran first and watch with wonder as she allows me a full visual of what’s happening as she nurses our son. Bran eagerly latches onto her nipple, grunts and starts feeding from his mother. His green hand is on her breast. She cradles his head and sniffs his head and smiles. She smiles at me too.

Why is my chest so warm? And why can’t I keep my eyes off her much larger breasts?

Then our son finishes and she pulls him off her nipple with a pop. I take back Bran and hand her Owen. My other son also latches onto her other breast and starts to fill his belly. This has to be the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my entire life. I prop Bran on my shoulder and gently pat his tiny back until he lets out a growly little burp.

“Their diapers feel full,” she comments.

I nod and roll off the bed and take Bran with me to the bedroom and get to work changing my son’s diaper. I have everything set up, along with some new additions she brought. I frown at the disposable diapers, but it will do for now. It pleases me to see that my Bride has taken care of my sons despite being alone with them without orcs in attendance. They seem small for their age but nothing that can’t be fixed in a short time. I lean in close and rumble in Bran’s ear and he gurgles. “I’m pleased to see you too, my son. You are with me now and all is well.”

I return to the bedroom and find her still nursing Owen.

“You really did change Bran’s diaper?”

“Yes.”

I can see she’s checking my work. “Hmm, looks good.”

“I am an orc. We wait all our lives to raise a son. This is the greatest joy of our lives. I have trained for this. Males who never have a son live with a deep sadness.”

She takes Owen off her breast and we again switch babies. I hand her Bran to hold and I take Owen to change his diaper too. I repeat the same ritual with him as I did with Bran, giving him time to burp and then reassuring Owen that he is now rejoined with his father and can also sleep in peace.

I return to the bedroom and see Drew can barely keep her eyes open.

I turn off the light and rest on the bed and take both babies in my arms. She snuggles into my side and quickly falls asleep with a look of utter contentment on her face. I can’t help but feel content too, even if I believe this family tableau is short lived.

My eyes blink open at the sun light filtered through the curtains.

One baby gurgles in one arm and the other in another. Their gorgeous mother is still snuggled next to me, asleep. I love the sight of her brown hair against my green skin. I should be tired and wanting more sleep but I’m energized with the reappearance of my boys. Learning I have twins was the happiest moment of my life.

I very carefully move out of the bed with both babies, allowing Drew to continue sleeping. She needs her rest after the last few months of raising orcs without their father and I’m looking forward to alone time with my sons.

Many orcs would lose their minds at the sight of their Bride who’d run from them. But I think the difference is that she brought back my two sons. And she’s told me she wants to stay. This has calmed my chasing instincts. She’s right here with me, her scent in my lungs along with the scent of her arousal. And all I think of is joy at the sight of my boys.

This helps to decrease my animosity towards the female who kept my sons from me.

Their diapers are reasonably dry so I walk with them out into the front room. I find breast milk in bottles, still fresh, in the fridge. Perfect. I sit down with them on the couch. I place one infant between my thighs and the other in my arm and feed him with the bottle. When the bottle finishes I switch them. After they are fed I spend time giving them each a bath in the kitchen sink with a tiny bathtub. And then I give them fresh diapers and clothing. This time alone with the both of them is wonderful for me and my sons. They smile and gurgle the entire time. And I can already tell them apart. Bran has taller horns and Owen has a thicker chest. I leave them in their cribs, quietly listening to their mobiles, while I take a quick shower and sneak into my room for clothes.

Drew is still asleep.

Then I go back into the nursery and hold my sons in my arms and proudly step outside onto my front porch and out to the path. My father joins me as well as Urdan and Kelt. I scented their arrival prior to stepping in the shower. I hand Owen over to my father, who obviously wants to hold a grandson.

“How did it go?” Urdan questions.

“It went well. It was good you stayed outside because I could have easily lost my mind and hurt her. If she’s ran. If she’d tried to keep my sons from me. But I think it helped that I went into the nursery first and inhaled their scent. And she also immediately told me she wanted to stay and she never tried to run from me.”

“Good.”

“She says she wants to stay and give this a chance.”

“Hmm. She said that yesterday too, which is why we let her enter and speak to you, because we thought you’d want to hear her request.”

A growl rumbles in my chest. “I cannot trust the female who tricked me and took my sons across the country.”

“Maybe she didn’t trick you?”

I shake my head in disagreement.

“My grandsons already look happier and settled,” my father comments.

“Yes,” Kelt agrees, “both infants immediately smiled when they scented us from the car at the gate.”

I shake my head. “Three months without me.”

“But at least they’re here, to stay.”

“I’m letting her stay for now,” I confirm. “Because she wants to give this a human ‘chance.’ But she says I threatened to kidnap her and that’s why she ran away. I can’t trust her because she’s still lying to me.”

“Maybe you did say this.”

“I didn’t.”

They all three stare at me as if they don’t believe me.

“I would never say that to a female. You know I would never threaten a mate.”

“She told us you said this while half asleep. It’s possible this happened and you don’t remember.”

My jaw clenches because I’m irritated that these males who know me the best would believe a female they recently met over me.

“We’re going back to our cabins and we’re going to leave you two alone now,” Urdan announces.

I nod. “This is acceptable. I am calm. I’ve slept the night with her at my side and my sons in my arms. If she chooses to leave I will calmly allow her to go. I told her that if she leaves my sons remain with me. She knows the rules.”

“Yes,” my father answers as he hands Owen back to me, “she understands that once she entered commune space with the babies, they were legally ours. If she leaves, she leaves behind your sons. But she sounds very certain that she’d never leave her children.”

“Sometimes the women say that at first…” I remind them.

“We know. But this seems different. I think she’s serious in wanting to stay at your hearth. I think you should give your Bride a chance,” my father says. “She might surprise you.”

I return to the sound of the shower running.

I sit at the kitchen table with both of my sons in my arms because I can’t stand the idea of being separated from them.

Finally, Drew strides into the front room with damp hair and skimpy new clothes. Her feet are covered in thick gray socks—my socks. And she’s wearing shorts that barely cover her ass and a long sweater jacket of some sort. Her large nipples poke enticingly through her thin t-shirt.

“My babies!” she cries out. “They look so cute in your arms.” Then she rushes forward and gives each of them a kiss on the face. “Sorry I slept so long. You should’ve woken me up. Bran and Owen must be starved. I’m ready to feed them.”

“They’ve already been fed.”

She blinks. Her blue eyes wide and mesmerizing.

“They each took a bottle earlier.”

She swiftly opens the fridge and gasps with surprise. “You fed them?”

“Yes.”

“And you bathed them and changed their diapers and even dressed them in new outfits? And you took a shower too?”

“Yes.”

She places a hand against her chest and gives me a watery smile. “You’re wonderful.”

I let out a grunt.

“Well, give me a minute to express some milk. My breasts feel really engorged. Then I’ll make some coffee and then breakfast for us,” my female says. “Since you did all of that work earlier, it’s the least I can do.”

“No,” I grumble.

“No?”

“You know that males like their Brides to cook home-cooked meals and feed them by hand. You are trying to trick me again.”

“Maybe I just like to cook, and I’ve always wanted someone to cook for?”

“I don’t trust you.”

She tosses her damp hair over her shoulder. “Obviously.” Then she takes out a small, clear plastic object out of a cabinet and glances at the windows. “Do I need to close the curtains? Are the guards still out there?”

“No, the others went home. We are alone. This corner of the commune is very private.”

“Good.” Then she sits down and lifts her shirt and fixes a plastic object to her luscious breast. “At first, I had a fancy breast pump and this manual one was supposed to be something quick for the middle of the night, but I decided I like this little thing better. It does the job and it’s easier, doesn’t leave me sore and there aren’t a bunch of tiny parts to clean. It’s all I need.”

I watch in fascination as she gets to work, pumping each breast, filling a milk storage bag. Watching my female feed my sons last night and now expressing extra milk for them is maybe the second-best moment of my life.

Finally, she sighs with relief and fixes her shirt. “All done. There’s a lot of milk, it’s crazy. If they don’t nurse, I have to get rid of it or is starts to hurt.”

“Orc infants cannot take human infant formula. Also, you have twins, so your body is making extra.”

“I have even more milk than the normal woman giving birth to an orc?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that explains things.” She puts the milk in the fridge and then putters around the kitchen.

I have a hard time knowing who to gaze at, my sexy female or my gurgling sons. All three cause my heart to swell with pride. But I force myself to remember this is temporary. She’s here at my hearth now, but tomorrow Drew Reilly could be gone. Forever.

She pauses in front of a contraption on my kitchen counter I’ve never seen before. “I’m making some coffee for myself. Do you want some too?”

“What is that machine you’re using?”

“Oh, this is my new Keurig,” she smiles, exposing smooth white teeth and an exotic lack of tusks. “It’s wonderful.”

I let out a snort of disgust. “Why do humans invent these useless things? That coffee maker creates too much trash that cannot be recycled.”

“Please don’t burst my bubble of happiness. A Keurig in a commune might not work out in the end but let me use it for now, okay?” She lifts a special pod in her fingers and waves it at me. “Do you want to try my favorite dark roast?”

I grunt my acceptance.

“Sugar and creamer?” she questions.

“Yes.”

“Tell me exactly how you like your coffee.”

I sigh with resignation and let her know I like one scoop of sugar and a splash of creamer. Soon we each have a steaming mug of coffee. She sits at the table for a moment and takes Bran in her arms, smiles at me and sips her steaming drink.

I sip at this special coffee too, learning that it’s actually more delicious than anything else I’ve ever tasted. Not that I’d admit this to her. “You drink black coffee?” I question.

“Yeah, I’m weird that way. How about pancakes? I saw pancake mix and syrup earlier in your cupboard.”

“That’s my favorite breakfast,” I agree.

She smiles again, places Bran in a nearby bouncer and soon my Bride is up and fixing breakfast.

I should complain. Say no. Stop her from performing this loving task between mates. But I can’t. Even if this is pretend, I find I want it.

She chats with me while cooking, telling me stories about the babies’ delivery. About how my sons rejected the arms of their Nanny and her best friend she says is named Amelia. And I look down at my sons who have been content in my arms and smile.

“…I carried them like a normal pregnancy, and in fact it wasn’t such a bad time. At least I was able to have a fast delivery without even the need for painkillers or a C-section. Both babies were perfectly healthy. The worst part was going back home with them because caring for two orc twins is exhausting. My best friend, Amelia, was there with me the first week. That woman is a saint. And when she had to return home to her own family, I cried.”

All I can think is that she should never have left and how I missed out on the birth of my own sons. But I’ve said this obvious statement already, so I remain silent because I have nothing new to add.

She pours circles of batter onto a sizzling grill then turns to me. “This is nice,” she says. “We never talked before. Didn’t have a chance to get to know each other the last time…”

“Because you left,” I point out.

She exhales and turns back to the pancakes. “But I’m here now,” she says over her shoulder. “And there’s plenty of time for a do over.”

Soon Drew sits next to me. She places a plate of steaming pancakes, butter and syrup between us. She cuts a piece and pierces it with her fork and leans forward to offer the food to me.

I take the bite and chew and swallow. And suddenly that constant need to toss her onto the bed in the bedroom becomes overwhelming.

She gasps at the heat in my gaze. “Oh my.”

“Drew,” I rasp, taking the fork from her small hand. “Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to follow through with.”

“I’m staying,” she affirms. “I know you don’t believe my words, but I plan on showing you with my actions.”

Then she stands and fixes another plate for herself and places it on the table. She takes Owen from me and I reach down toward the bouncer and take Bran back into my owns arms. Soon we both have a happy baby on our lap and are quietly eating.