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

by Kathryn Moon

I could hear the first whispers of her breath, quick and sharp, aware of my heavy footfalls on the steps. She wasn't in the room, not waiting on the bench, and my claws extended slightly, a rare sense of anticipation rising in me. A flicker of shadow and a soft gasp called to me, and I turned to the open doorway to my left, my body tensing. There she was, deep in the shadow of the dungeon playroom. She was staring at me, brown eyes wide in a heart-shaped face, lips parted, no doubt assuming I was unable to see her in the dark. But my kind had keen eyesight from living in underground dens, and she was perfectly clear. I stepped slowly closer, watching her long fingers tighten around the chain in her grasp, her breasts heaving with her great gasps of breath, pressing to the collar of her dress. I paused in the doorway, filling the frame and blocking some of the dim light, shadowing her slightly from my view. Her scent was rich now, growing stronger by the second, clinging in my nostrils and coating my throat in tangy arousal. That was a good sign. I was close enough to hear her heartbeat hammering, the catches of her breath soft and excited.