Текст книги "Twins for the Wild Orc"

Автор книги: Michele Mills

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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 running away. But I’m distracted because it’s obvious Whelan is head over heels for me, it’s just there under the surface. The way he looks at me, the way he can’t help but reach out and brush his rough fingers against my cheek at least once a day and the way he eagerly watches me nurse the babies. He sleeps on the couch, but I know that won’t last long. He’s got it bad.

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 funny sounds that makes our baby gurgle with delight. “Yes, I heard,” he comments.

“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.”

“If I have to give up Halloween to stay with you, then I can. But if I can get you to try it out, even just a little and meet me halfway, I’d be forever grateful.”

He nods in acceptance.

A secret smile widens across my face.

A few hours later a shirtless Whelan is chopping wood outside with his hair tied into a sexy man bun.

The sun starts to lower in the sky and I take the opportunity to dress up both babies in their cute pumpkin outfits. I have a great time getting them ready and take lots of pictures to send to Amelia. By the time Whelan returns, looking sexy and sweaty, I’m posing on the couch, wearing a witch hat and both babies are propped in their bouncers in their orange costumes kicking their feet with excitement.

“What is this?” he exclaims.

“Surprise! Come on, you have to admit they’re adorable.”

He chuckles. “Yes, they are.”

“Halloween doesn’t have to be about anything scary if you don’t want. It can just be dress up and candies. Or, it can be about making scary things, not so scary anymore.”

He bends down to examine each costume and he even touches the brim of my hat and smiles.

“Can we order pizza?” I question. “It’s something I like to eat on Halloween night. If we’re not going to have trick or treaters at least we can eat pizza and candy.”

“I’m never eaten pizza.”

“What?” I gasp. “This is a travesty I will correct immediately. First, can you hold Bran and Owen so I can take a picture of the three of you?”

“Let me take a fast shower.”

While he’s gone, I order pizza from the nearest town, which is an hour away.

Whelan returns in his normal outfit of unbuttoned plaid shirt, dark pants and boots. His hair is damp and around his shoulders. I can’t get enough of this powerful orc striding through doorways with barely enough head clearance for his sharp horns.

I take a whole series of pictures of the two pumpkin-orc babies in his lap. He takes pictures of me with the babies. And then we’re all four sitting together on the couch and I manage a quick selfie of all of us.

“How about some Halloween candy?” I dump my giant bag of every fun size candy imaginable into several bowls on the table. There’s so much it spills out and simply covers the tabletop.

“Crazy,” Whelan chuckles as he reaches for a Kit Kat.

I turn on a spooky movie on Netflix for some background Halloween atmosphere. And we stuff our faces with too much chocolate and each give a baby a bottle of breast milk. Eventually the sun has set and it’s dark outside. Urdan and Kelt arrive on a golf cart with the pizzas. Luckily I ordered a huge stack of large pizzas, as well as many liters of soda, so I’m able to offer them some too.

Kelt laughs so hard at me in my witch hat and the babies in pumpkin outfits. “Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad,” he admits.

“It’s fun!”

Another golf cart arrives. Whelan walks out front, proudly holding both babies and greets our guests. I’m tearing up because Rogan has arrived and he’s brought Miranda and Whelan’s brother Even with him—to meet Bran and Owen, but also to meet me.

I meet Rogan’s gaze and he winks at me and nods.

I’m quickly introduced to Miranda who is fifteen years older than me. She’s tiny and petite, blond with blue eyes and has a darling hint of a southern accent. We talk for a short time and start exchanging names of our favorite authors and book recs, confirming we’re like people and instant friends.

“Thank you for being so bold and kicking off Halloween,” she whispers. “There are some of us here who miss it a lot but didn’t want to push it. We’ve already been battling to get a nondenominational Christmas, Easter, et cetera from our mates. You should’ve seen the commotion over Thanksgiving. Plus, there are a few orc festivals you’ll learn about that are fun. I guess Halloween was down on the list after all of that,” she chuckles. “But I think we’re ready to upgrade.”

Suddenly a young orc boy is in front of me. “Are you really staying or are you just visiting?” he questions.

“Don’t be so rude,” Miranda gasps. “Sorry, Drew, this is my son Even, who can be a little forward sometimes.” She gives me a quick glance and responds. “Of course she’s staying. That’s why we’re meeting her.”

Suddenly the voices around me still. I look around and see Whelan, Rogan, Urdan and Kelt staring at me too, waiting for an answer. Jeez. Orcs must have serious generational PTSD from being left behind by human women. “Yes, I’m staying,” I confirm for everyone’s benefit. “I like it here.” I turn and look right at Even. “And I’m hoping that you and I can become friends.”

“Are you going to be my aunt?”

“No, I’m…I’m going to be your sister-in-law.” I’m even shocked, thinking about this. By staying here I’m essentially marrying Whelan. I glance over at him. Are we married already?

He looks away to answer a question posed by Urdan.

“I want to try out Halloween, but I didn’t wear a costume tonight because I don’t have one,” Even tells me.

“I’m already in costume,” Whelan quips.

“No worries,” I say to the boy. “This year is just a starter Halloween. Next year we can do it for reals and then you’ll be ready.”

I invite everyone inside for pizza and candy. The orcs are immediately smitten with the food I offer.

I stand next to Whelan as he tentatively tries his very first bite of pizza. He chews and swallows and then a huge smile brightens his features. “This is amazing,” he shouts.

Soon Rogan is on the couch, holding Bran in his arms, and Whelan in on the couch with Owen in his arms and Even sits between them. I take pictures because it’s a wonderful scene. Whelan and Rogan both beam with pride. It’s adorable. Family really does mean a lot to these orcs.

Miranda pulls me into the kitchen. “Listen. Now that you’ve told Whelan verbally you’re his Bride and you’ve told Rogan, the leader of the commune the same, and you’ve given birth to two sons—this gives you status here. You might not know this, but this cabin is yours now.”

“What?”

“Yes,” she laughs. “In reality, you could kick Whelan out at any time and he’d have to build a new cabin to live in on the other side of the commune. He stays here at your pleasure. He built this for you and your sons.”

“Oh, I like that.”

“Yes. Don’t think of living here as a place where women are treated as less than and we lose all our rights. That’s not true at all. I mean it is an orc society and there are much less of us than them, but we are important.”

“What about everything I own on the outside? I have a business that I can run from here and want to continue. How is that going to work?”

She winks at me. “I have a great accountant that knows all the legality of merging orc and human financial law. I’ll give you her contact info.”

“Thank you.”

Miranda gets pulled away by Rogan and Even to watch a scary movie on the TV. I turn around and spy Whelan sitting on the couch, eating yet another slice of pizza. Urdan and Kelt sit nearby, each holding a baby, complaining of being full. I laugh because I have a feeling we’re going to order pizza often.

And that’s when it hits me hard why I want so very much to stay at this commune. It’s not just that my attraction to Whelan is off the chart. Yes, Bran and Owen need to live here with him and I’m not leaving them. But I enjoy Whelan’s family. And I know he’ll continue to take such good care of our boys and any others we might have. He’ll never cheat on me or leave me. If I take him on, he’ll be mine, forever.

I love him.

Oh my gosh, I’ve fallen in love with the father of my babies. And it’s crazy how quick it happened.

Chapter 10

Whelan

Drew watches me from the kitchen.

I pause and look at her too. She has no idea how beautiful she looks with that funny hat on her head. Love shines bright in her sparkling blue eyes as she gazes at me. What is this? I’ve witnessed lust and arousal on her features, friendship and caring in her gaze, but this is a first.

My female loves me?

Love?

I feel as if struck by lightning.

Drew gives me a secret smile and I watch as she moves and sits down beside Miranda. The two females have become fast friends. My Bride appears comfortable in our small cabin with Kelt, Urdan, my father, and my brother crowding the space. She thought nothing of inviting them all inside and sharing our food with them. Warmth flares in my chest at my animated female, surrounded by the beings I care most about in the world. She fits here perfectly.

My Bride is a human without family. She tried to tell me this, but I wasn’t properly listening. Her best friend lived across the country and lots of the humans she was friendly with were on the internet, but no one lived close. Community was what she craved all along.

And it’s obvious she isn’t afraid of orcs or holds any resentment towards my species. In fact I think she finds orcs fascinating and enjoys learning more about our culture and customs. And she truly loves our offspring and I suspect if she were pregnant again with another son, she’d be thrilled to expand our family.

Images flash in my mind of the both of us in bed naked at the hotel. I’d finished in her for the last time and held her tight. The crush of her breasts against my chest and her soft legs between mine were intoxicating, as well as the knowledge that she was covered in my scent. I’d found my Bride and wasn’t letting go. And I remember getting hotter and more and more agitated. Growls rumbled in my chest and I held her tighter—too tight—becoming fearful that I’d lose this amazing female. I’d given her my seed and I knew my son was growing in her womb that very moment and instincts kicked in hard. Suddenly I see it so clearly. I did begin a half-awake litany of how I’d kidnap her, toss her in my truck and drive her to the commune and keep her locked away in my cabin until she chose to stay. It had seemed the only way. Then I must’ve passed out and not remembered any of that until now.

Dammit. I did scare her and push her away. I did. I’m a wild orc with primitive instincts barely restrained, of course I threatened to kidnap her when I was half asleep and under the influence of the initial rush of her pheromones. It’s all my fault she felt compelled to leave and I’ve been blaming her solely for our separation. I’m lucky she’s been this patient with me and didn’t kick me out of the cabin three days ago.

I let out a roar of frustration.

Drew glances my way from across the room and her brow furrows. “Whelan, what’s wrong?”

I blink. “Father, I need to be alone with my Bride. I have suddenly realized I made a monumental error and I need to fix it right away.”

He chuckles. “Finally. It’s about time.” He stands and motions for his Bride and they start talking and make plans.

Urdan shuts off the TV. “We’re leaving,” he announces.

Kelt turns off the music.

“But I want more candy,” Even whines.

Rogan and Miranda take the babies from a confused Drew. “What’s happening?”

I walk toward my female on the way to the kitchen. “Go and pack a bag for the twins, they’re leaving for a few nights.”

“Why?”

“Do it,” I order.

“Jeez, what’s wrong with him?” I hear Drew question from behind me as I march over to the fridge and begin packing a cooler with bottles of breast milk. I will need a few days alone with her to get this all out. The babies have to go and will need their supplies while I am busy pleasuring their mother.

It’s takes longer than I’d like, but soon everyone is out in front of the cabin, loading into the carts. Bags of baby supplies are piled in the back of each cart as well as a folded mobile crib. Bran is carried by Miranda in one cart and Kelt and Urdan follow behind with Owen. Even is now content with a large bag of candy in his arms. They pull away and wave goodbye.

And then we are alone.

Drew stamps a foot on the ground in frustration. “What is this all about? Why are the boys staying with your father and Miranda? What was so important that we had to end Halloween early?”

I grab both of her hands and look deep into her eyes. “I’ve realized that you were right. I did threaten to kidnap you. I was half awake and losing my mind and I would never have carried out those plans, but you didn’t know that. I can see why you left. You felt you needed to leave to remain safe from me.”

She squeezes my hands. “You finally remember?”

“I do, and I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. That was wrong but it was hard for me to believe I would do such a thing, but I did. Again, I am sorry that I behaved that way. It was never my intention.”

“And remember, Whelan, it wasn’t my intention to take the boys from you. I thought my birth control was going to work. I thought we were having a human one-night stand. I want to apologize to you again for putting you through all that heartache, not knowing what was happening to Bran and Owen for a whole year. That night with you was important to me, but…”

I lift one of her hands and give it a kiss. “It is over now. I will leave it behind and I hope you will too. I thought that night was the best night of my life. That’s what I’m going to focus on. I lost my virginity that night. I fell in love. And I started my sons with the woman I love.”

“You fell in love? Oh, Whelan. I love you too. I love you so much. I wasn’t ready at first for any of that commitment to a stranger and it took time for me to come around. My commitment to you was slow to build but now that it’s there, it’s rock solid. You’ve got me, forever. Earlier tonight I was thinking to myself that I’d like to ask you to be my husband.”

“I would be honored to be your husband, Drew. Will you stay with me at the commune, living with me at my hearth as Drew Overlook, raising our sons together?”

“Yes.”

I sweep her into my arms and carry her inside our cabin, to our bedroom. I pluck off her witch hat and start stripping out of my own clothes. “I will take care of your needs,” I inform her, because the scent of her arousal in so very strong.

Soon I’m entirely naked. I look up and see that she’s been watching me with rapt attention, her gaze seeming focused on my shaft. I reach down and stroke my thick, leaking cock so she can see what I have ready for her.

“Oh Whelan,” she moans. “I’ve missed you so much. Only you.”

I grin, loving the idea that after our one encounter I ruined her for anyone else.

I reach forward to remove her clothes.

“No,” she exclaims. “I’m worried you’ll tear something. Give me a second and I’ll take it all off.”

Then it’s my turn to watch in wonder as my gorgeous Bride removes every bit of clothing. She was wearing tight black leggings, a dark t-shirt and shoes she referred to as “Uggs.” Now it is all gone, down to lacy black underwear. I growl in appreciation. The flare of her hips, the perfect softness of her flat stomach and the curve and heft of her breasts are all on display. Her ass is utter perfection. And I want it all in my hands and under my tongue.

Then she removes the underwear and she’s entirely naked. The dark tuft of hair between her thighs is visible and highly erotic.

She giggles as I toss her onto the bed. I push her thighs wide and my head is at her core in moments. I remember everything she likes. I know exactly how to touch her already to bring the most pleasure. My tongue licks her wet heat and then finds her clit and I’m on it like never before, reminding her of what we had before.

“Oh my god,” she cries out and grabs onto my horns, “right there, just like that. You’re amazing, Whelan. Amazing.”

I chuckle and word harder.

In a surprisingly short amount of time she’s writhing on the bed and screaming out her release. Then she falls back onto the bed. “I need you inside of me.”

I cover her with my body and my hips are between her splayed thighs. I don’t even need to move my cock, it’s so hard it finds it’s home immediately. “Drew,” I moan. “This time when I fill you with my seed, if you become pregnant you are staying.”

She scratches my back. “Of course, I’m staying.”

“Do you want more orc sons? I’m not on anything, which means we’re breeding. Are you sure?”

“I am. I want you and another son.”

And then I sink inside of her and we both cry out in pleasure, loving the feel neither of us have experienced in a year. I move all the way, filling her balls deep. And then I pause with my forehead on hers, letting her get used to the invasion.

She kicks me in the ass. “More. Don’t hold back.”

I love this female. This is what I remember about her—her boldness and sexual stamina. I hold onto the headboard and her leg and soon I’m snorting and groaning, fucking her hard. This is what she wants and I’m giving it to her. She cries out, her voice rising. And then I manage to reach a hand between us and thrum on her clit.

In a moment she’s clamping down on me and screaming out another release.

And I feel my own end moving up my spine. “I’m about to cum,” I rasp. I move both my hands on either side of her torse and bury my release inside of her. The pleasure is so intense and hits me so hard I think I black out for a moment. There’s so much seed it’s leaking down the inside of her thighs.

Finally, I blink awake and feel my cock twitch inside of her. “Again,” I say, like last time.

She laughs. “I swear you went seventeen times last time.”

“This time, eighteen,” I vow. “I’m not always going to be that much. It’s just that when we first met I was a virgin. And this time I haven’t seen you in over a year and I need you.”

She nods. “Let’s do it.”

The first three times are on our bed. Then we run to the front room naked, for more pizza. So I take her on the table. Then we use the shower and I cum inside of here there. We sleep for awhile and when she rises I take her two more times in a row. The next day I spent time helping her to express her extra breast milk. Then we have sex again and I cum in her two more times in a row. She holds up very well, only complaining of a small amount of soreness, but still eagerly wanting more of my large, green cock. She’s amazing.

“Eighteen,” I finally groan that afternoon, as I cum for the last time on her chest. It sprays on her breasts, dripping from her nipples and landing on her chin and nose. And she doesn’t seem to mind in the least. I almost die from pleasure as I watch her use a finger to wipe some from her chin and lick it with her tongue, smiling at the taste.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too female, until days turn into time.”

I spent a few moments, rubbing my seed into her skin on her stomach. Then I rise and prepare a wet washcloth and wipe her clean. And then pass out in her welcoming embrace, this time without ridiculous mumbled words of kidnapping—only words of love are between us.

And we sleep in each other’s arms in the home we’ve created, together.