The Heiress and the Orc Quotes

“You are the fairest gift ever to greet my eyes," he said, quiet, intent. "You are a bright jewel, a flame in winter, a blade new from the forge. It shall be pure joy to walk my home by your side, and flaunt such a rare prize.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“You shall always be welcome here.” Ella gulped for breath, and tried to nod. “I will keep that in mind, thank you,” she managed. “But I should think you would rather claim me as dead, once you have taken another mate, and fathered your sons upon her.” There was only more silence, stretching out too wide between them, because that should have been where Natt might have said, I would never take another mate, lass, after you. But of course he would. He was the Speaker. He needed these sons.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“That is more than enough, you two,” a distant voice said, Jule’s voice, almost vibrating with rage. “We are going to talk, Grimarr. And Nattfarr, you need to fucking beg for Ella to have mercy upon us all, and then stay the hell away from her, before you traumatize her even more than you already have. You unfeeling pricks.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Natt’s pale, staring face. Wrong. Guilty. “You came back to me,” a voice gasped, someone else’s voice, choking from Ella’s mouth. “You made love to me, made me believe you cared about me — so you could get a promotion?!”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Natt had come to Ella that night on Grimarr’s orders. Natt had wanted to build a mating-bond with her. Sire a son upon her. Natt had done all this, all his laughter and affection and soft filthy kisses, because of — Ella’s money. Just like Alfred.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Here is truth, woman,” he said. “I sent Nattfarr to you, on this night of your party. His quest was to rebuild a mating-bond with you, and seek to sire a son upon you.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Listen to this. These days with you have been a great joy. A bright gift to me. You have shown yourself kind and loyal and hungry and sweet and true. You have honoured me again and again. But —” His chest was heaving, his eyes squeezing shut, but Ella was still held, still lost, waiting. “But this is not enough,” he said, every word a choking, dizzying thud. “I do not” — his chest heaved again — “I do not wish you to stay.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“I beg you to speak truth, Nattfarr of Clan Grisk,” she said, very quiet. “Of how you have betrayed me.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“I am Nattfarr of Clan Grisk, the twelfth orc of my line to Speak for my brothers. Should you not grant me your truth, I shall draw it from you, and speak it for all to hear.” It sounded almost like a vow, like a — a pledge. A pledge he’d sworn, to force others to speak truth. And surely he’d known this for years, even all those years ago when they’d run together in the forest, and he’d never once spoken of it. Natt had lied. He’d used his magic on Ella, making her speak truth to him, while he himself had lied. Again, and again, and again.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“This is what it shall be, lass,” came Natt’s voice, close and menacing against her ear. “Should you yet wish to stay. You shall be used, taken, marked, lain bare. You shall reek all over of my scent. You shall please me, and obey me, and seek to honour me before my brothers. You shall be mine.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Fair, lovely lass,” he said, with a twitch of a smile, and a light flick of his claw to her cheek. “You have bloomed, like these flowers, whilst we were parted.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“This foul man,” he spat, with a quick flex of his clawed hand, “ought to die, for such an affront against you. When I am given leave, I shall kill him for you. With joy.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“the half-hard heft of his tapered grey cock, jutting out from that mass of black hair, with a pair of obscenely large bollocks bulging below.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc