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'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.

"Pretty little cunt," he whispered, as if he were speaking to it directly rather than me, praising just one part of me in particular.

"Your greedy cunt will be so full by the time I'm done with you, my pet, my prize."

If he were a human man, he would not be considered handsome, I supposed, but he was stunning to me—feral and furious and hungry for me.

"Yes, little pet, your cunt wants to please its master. Come for me and suckle my cock just like your mouth did,"

"You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."

"You surrendered to my control, now surrender to my care too," he said, but it was gentler than the commands he'd made in the basement.

"Let go of yourself, little one," Khell'ar growled near my ear,

"Sunny suits you," he said, combing slick conditioner into my tangled locks and then starting the scalp massage all over again. "Bright, golden woman, begging for my cock and coming in cascades on my lap."

"I'm going to fuck you right out of your sanity tonight, little one," I rasped in her ear.

"I'm going to have you so many times, you won't know what's waking and dreaming tomorrow. I'm going to take my fantasies out on you tonight."

"Pretty little blush," he continued, staring down at my body, hands squeezing and petting at me, one leaving my hip to come up and simply roll my breast against his vast palm. "Like a little flower. Not pet, but petal."

"Soft little goddess," Khell'ar murmured, pushing my legs slightly apart and petting at the wet release clinging to my cunt, sliding his fingers through the mess. He didn't bother retracting his claws, and I shivered as they teased my scorching and sensitive flesh. "Goddesses must be worshipped, petal. Even by beasts."

"Be my pretty deity, petal. For your cunt is divine, and so is your mouth. Because you sing like an angel as you come on my cock and make me see the heavens."

"I must taste every part of my goddess, petal. I am a hungry devotee,"

"No. I like you awake as you come and call my name. But I don't mind you holding still and taking it like a good girl."

You are home, Sunny.

Fuck. Sunny was mine.

My mate. The purr rose up in my chest, as loud as a roar, even as my head spun in alarm.

I love you, I thought, which was the most absurdly sex-addled thing that I could've come up with.

"A foolish little human, with no sense of self-preservation. Who likes her orc's cum running down her thighs, and who wants to be chased through the woods and caught roughly and fucked till she can't stand up straight. And who beats an orc at his own games when she's only just learned the rules,"

Being “petal” was playful and naughty and sweet. Being “mate” was being cared for and reminded of belonging. I loved both roles.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming on my cock, and then put you over my knee and turn your ass red for making me wait to hear you say that," Khell growled. "Say it again." "I love you. My mate. I'm yours,"

"Petal! Sunny!" he snarled, his hips bucking and clapping into me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. My mate. Mine!"