Games with the Orc (Monster Smash Agency, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

Why did people always want to be loved for who they could be? Didn't it make more sense to be loved for who you already were?

I did love Harry. I just didn't want to spend the rest of my life loving Harry.

I'd spent almost three years trimming little pieces of myself away to fit into a life with Harry. Not because he'd asked me to, but because I was scared of what I secretly wanted. Because what Harry offered was safer, simpler.

"Ohhh, look at you." I shook myself, and Natalie giggled. "Sorry, I was just—" Just imagining being caught by a big, brutal, monster of an orc. I'd seen a few orcs and half-orcs in the city, doing mundane grocery shopping or meditating under massive trees in Lincoln Park.

I'd only watched one, and it'd been tame, practically domestic, but the growls the orc had made and the way his huge hands spanned the woman's waist had taken up permanent residence in my imagination ever since, although I'd rarely indulged in the fantasy. "You know what you want, Sunny," Natalie said, smiling. "Give yourself permission to try it."

Two weeks ago, I'd been too embarrassed to tell my best friend my deepest, strangest desires. Now here I was, in a car with a stranger, feeling slightly embarrassed that I hadn't already acted on them. It was like Astraeya thought I was having sex for the first time. Except maybe that wasn't so far off.

"Ten minutes. Do you have any questions, Sonya? Anything you need from me?" I needed to know what would happen next. Would I enjoy myself? Did my fantasies only make me wet and wanting when they were safely tucked away in my head? Was I strong enough to go through with this? Astraeya couldn't answer any of those questions.

A new client booking me for five days was surprising, if not strange, and I expected her to look more…prepared. There was no rule of thumb on what kind of person wanted an orc to hunt and ravish and fuck them until they couldn't stand. The lusty ones came in all appearances. Still, the little cotton sundress, peachy pink against sun-flushed skin, was refreshing.

The little human wanted primal play and to be my captive, and costumes were an unfortunate part of my job. No one wanted to be thrown over the shoulder of an orc in a gym hoodie, apparently.

I opened my mouth to tell her to lower her gaze but let out a growl as she dropped her bra. Those breasts were proper orc handfuls. I would feast on them later.

"Filled or showered in cum, little pet?" I rasped out, although if I had my way she would be both before the end of the day. "Yes," she gasped out, nails digging in deeper, hips twitching as if to meet me. I chuckled in spite of myself, a thrumming purr rising up from my chest. Orc bait.

"Do you know what tastes good to an orc? What flavors the cunt to our liking?" I licked my lips. This game was failing terribly. I was ready to climb Khell, not run from him. "What?" "Fear, sweat, panic," he hissed, expression growing stern and dangerous again. Then you're shit out of luck, buddy.