“Oh…oh god.”
Her breathy pleas urged him on. Hooking a hand behind her knee, he yanked her leg up over his hip. Thighs spread for more leverage, he pressed her back against the rough bark and rocked his hips against hers.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he whispered, dragging his lips along her delicate neck. “Admit you want it, admit you’re mine, and I’ll give you every thick, wide inch of this bad boy.”
She trembled as the first spasms made her hips rock against him.
“Admit it,” he demanded, rolling his hips to grind against her harder. Her eyes flew open, that soul-shattering trust filling their unusual color.
“Y-yours…” she panted, as though the words were torn from her. “Oh my god… Karak!”
She screamed, nails biting into his upper arms she came. Hard. Elation and lust thundered through him as he watched her come and felt the surge of liquid heat against his cock as he growled in triumph.
Leaning down, he claimed her lips in another hard kiss, branding her with his lips and tongue. She was his and tonight, when he had her in the safety of his own tent, he would claim her body and soul…
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was more than screwed. She was fucked.
Kelly leaned her head back against the tree and tried to catch her breath. Her arms were wrapped around Karak’s broad shoulders as he panted, cock still hard and throbbing against the slick lips of her pussy. She didn’t know what had happened. She should have said no, pushed him away. Instead, she’d let him screw her against a tree. In broad daylight. In public. She bit back her squeak. Anyone could have seen them.
The worst thing about it… She’d loved it. She’d even clung to him and begged for more.
Shaking his head, he stepped back to rearrange his clothing. She had to grab the tree for support, her legs as weak as a kitten’s. He finished fixing his loincloth and looked up. His eyes widened and a hint of color touched his cheeks as he took in her disheveled appearance. Another expression washed over his face, but it was gone almost as soon as she saw it.
She bit her lip as he lifted his hand and muttered a few words. The air whirled around her in a chaotic dance, catching her clothing and tugging at her hair. She squeaked in surprise, trying to cover her face and head as it pinched and pulled. Finally, it died down and she risked a look from under her arm.
Karak watched her, an amused look in his eyes.
What the…
“Was that…” She blinked and shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but was that… magic?”
He gave her an odd look. “Of course,” he snorted. “What else would it be?”
Shit… he… she… magic? She took a deep breath as his words from earlier replayed in her mind. Okay, so not only was she not in Kansas, but she wasn’t even in a place that had humans. Well shit.
She checked herself quickly to make sure the… whatever the fuck that was hadn’t done anything nasty, like give her donkey’s ears or a beak. Nope, her ears were fine, as small and rounded as they always had been, and her nose felt quite normal.
“Don’t worry. I only had it mend your clothes. I…didn’t mean to damage them,” he admitted abruptly, watching her.
He was right. Her hands dropped to her crotch, finding her skirt and panties in place. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“There won’t be a camera crew jumping out of the bushes. Will there?” she asked in a small voice and then kicked herself. She knew better than to show fear. Like with dogs, if they had half a suspicion that you were terrified, you were screwed.
“No idea what a camera crew is, but goblins hide in these bushes. It ain’t a place you want to be.”
He grunted as he took her arm and continued walking. Since it was walk or be dragged, she trotted to keep up. Not an easy task over the mud and undergrowth as he led her into what looked to be the worst festival she’d ever seen or a group of army tents made of a collection of canvas and furs. Some of them even still had feet and tails attached.
She gasped and yanked her gaze away, drawing closer to Karak as figures emerged from the tents or looked up from where they were clustered around small camp fires in groups. Most were tall and broad-shouldered like Karak, wearing an eclectic mix of leather and mail. Many were bare-chested and scarred, lank dark hair hanging over their shoulders. A multitude of black eyes watched her suspiciously from under heavy brows, yellowed and sometimes broken tusks jutting out from their lips.
She caught her breath. Not human. Definitely not human. And not cosplayers. No way could any group of cosplayers get their costumes this right and perfect. Not all the time. Someone always skimped on something—be it make up or clothing—and gave it all away. Not these. They were all picture perfect, so unless she’d wandered onto some high-budget film set, they were real.
“She’s ugly even fer a faery,” a coarse voice said, and she blinked as something dropped down from a branch above them to dangle in front of her face. Her brain screamed “spider” so she lurched backward, biting down on her shriek, only to slam into Karak’s chest.
Then she realized it wasn’t a spider, but a teeny tiny, very ugly man on a long piece of silvery string.
And he had his cock out, which was almost bigger than he was, stroking it as he looked her over. “I’d still fuck ’er, though. Whatcha say, darlin’… Wanna ride me cock?”
“Fuck off, you little wanker,” Karak growled, reaching over Kelly and sending the obnoxious little creature flying to the nearby tents with a heavy backhand.
“Goblins,” he grunted as he urged her forward again. “Good with rope, so don’t stray into the bushes. Okay?”
She nodded dumbly, her eyes so wide she felt like they were on stalks as he herded her ahead of him. Several of the beings they passed nodded in acknowledgment, and she quickly realized he was some kind of leader.
Intrigued, she looked up at him. He was certainly bigger than any of the others she passed, and, if not more handsome, she certainly didn’t mind his hard, craggy features as much as some of the others. Their expressions and the way they looked at her gave her the willies. She drew closer to him, sensing that her best chance of getting through this was at his side.
“Hey, you big green twat,” a loud, happy voice boomed out. “I thought you were out on patrol?”
She turned, peeking around Karak to see another orc striding toward them. Tall and built like a bodybuilder, his long silver hair flowed in the wind like he was in a shampoo commercial. A wide grin was complemented by neat tusks half the size of Karak’s and bright green eyes that shone with warmth. He reached Karak’s side, punching him in the arm. “Got bored killing faeries, huh? Did you leave some for the rest of us?”
“Got bored fucking the whores? We ought to call you Graal the silver-tongued, not Graal the silver-haired,” Karak grunted.
Graal laughed and made an obscene gesture with his hand and his tongue. “Silver-tongued and the ladies love it. I am a gift to orc-kin. And anything female. Especially anything female.”
“You’re definitely something…”
Karak moved aside suddenly, allowing the other man to see her. He looked down, surprise written all over his handsome features.