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Story: Bound to the Orc King (Brides of the Moon Blade Clan #6)
Aldronn
Goddess, I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive the day.
My bride must have heard my lascivious thoughts, because every time I look at May, she bites her lip or nibbles on her fingertip or blows me an exaggerated kiss. Every movement pulls my focus straight to that naughty little mouth of hers, and my cock springs to full life.
Over and over.
Each time she does it, she offers me the sweetest smile that’s just a touch too innocent to be anything but purposeful.
I suppress a groan as she does it again, her teeth digging into her lower lip, then releasing it with a little pop so it gleams, wet and swollen and reddened.
Fuck.
My cock throbs, demanding release. At this rate, my balls are going to turn purple.
When she laughs, I look at her expectantly. “Did you hear that?”
“No.” My moon bound shakes her head. “But you were scowling so hard I sure wish I had.”
I frown.
“Yep.” She points at my face and giggles. “Just like that.”
“Can we focus? You’re the one who wanted to practice your magic.”
In an instant, all the joy slides from her face, and her tone goes flat. “You’re right.”
I feel like an ass, but how is she supposed to get better at reading minds if she doesn’t practice? As much as I appreciate how light-hearted May can be, I’m used to training with experts in every field I’ve tackled. I can’t remember the last time I started something new.
Spurned by an idea, I leap to my feet and gesture for May to rise. We stand at the edge of the pond, as close to the waterfall as possible, because she finds it soothing. It doesn’t seem to have helped with her telepathy practice, though. We’ve been at it for hours, and she got bored a while ago and started tormenting me with her pretty little mouth.
“You admire my fighting skills.” I pull out one of my longer knives and hand it to her, then unsheathe my sword. “I learned sword fighting from my mother.”
“Okay?” My bride says it like a question.
“This is the first set of movements my mother taught me.” Moving at a glacial pace, I do the diagonal upper cut, block, and strike of form one. I run through it slowly a few more times, then gesture to her. “You try it.”
May grips the hilt with both hands and does a rough approximation of my movements.
I sheath my sword and step behind her. Leaning over, I wrap my arms around May, my hands curling over hers on the hilt. Her skin is soft and warm under my palms, and I long to glide them over her naked flesh. My bride’s sweet scent fills my nostrils, swelling my half-hard erection.
“Are we doing something here?” She glances back over her shoulder, grinning up at me.
I clear my throat and nudge her legs with my knees, adjusting her stance. Then I mold her body to mine, changing the angle of her torso, the contact the sweetest torment. Once she’s positioned correctly, I guide her through the set of motions several times, more than any teacher ever would have shown me, because I don’t want to let her go.
After one last tightening of my arms, I force myself away and say, “Now you try.”
She repeats the motions and drops her hands to her sides. “Okay, got it.”
“No, you don’t.”
She glares at me and does her best attempt again. “See? Just like you.”
“The only thing you did that was anything like my motions was that you happened to be holding a blade.”
“Okay, big guy.” She gestures. “Show me how it’s done.”
I pull out my sword, drop into my stance, and repeat the set pattern of motions slowly a few times. Then I speed up. My blade becomes a blur whistling through the air. After twenty repetitions, I come to a halt, my sword held at the ready.
Kronn shouts, “Excellent form, my king!” Several claps come from guards’ campfire.
“So, you’re better at this than me.” May rolls her eyes. “Big surprise.”
“Exactly my point.” I sheath my sword. “Of course, I’m better than you. My mother made me practice that set of moves for hours every day for an entire month before she taught me the next.”
My moon bound gapes at me, her voice losing its sting. “A month?”
“A month.” I nod. “I remember being so proud that the next training set only took me three weeks to learn. But that’s my point. I’ve honed my fighting skills with decades of constant diligence and practice. None of it came quickly or easily.”
May grimaces. “Here I was hoping for a training montage. You know. A couple of close ups of me straining really hard.” She grips her necklace and scrunches up her face in comical exaggeration, then lets the crystal drop. “Then bam! I’d be all done.”
“Sadly, that’s not how it works.”
“Yeah, okay.” She offers me the knife. “But what’s the telepathic equivalent of learning this first set of moves? What should I try first?”
“I don’t know. Is there any common element to the times your telepathy has worked in the past?”
“You mean besides all of your dirty, filthy thoughts?” Her eyes sparkle.
“Besides that.”
“I don’t—”
My premonition magic flares to life, plucking at my nerves like an archer releasing an arrow. I spin and run for the guards’ campfire. “The door! Something’s coming through the door!”
They leap to their feet, swords at the ready as the roiling air above the crystal solidifies into a person.
A male dragon in dual form steps through. Six-and-a-half-feet tall, he matches my height if you count the two horns spiraling up from his head. Large red wings flare open upon his back as he faces several armed orcs. He has dark auburn hair and bronze skin, much of which is on display.
Because he’s naked, with both his cocks showing.
May comes to a halt beside me, her eyes wide as they fasten onto his groin. She murmurs, “So that’s what she meant.”
“What is the meaning of this?” he snaps, gesturing with a clawed hand. “Dragons and orcs are allies.”
“It’s interesting how readily you use that term when it suits you, Lukendevener,” I say. “Yet you seem to forget any such obligations the moment you want to do something that benefits the dragons instead of our alliance.”
“Anything that aids the dragons will also aid you.” He lifts his chin, his tone as arrogant as I remember.
My eyes flick past him to the door, expecting to see the shadow fae emerge at any second. “Were you followed?”
“I’m not such a fool as to lead the dark fae to our door.”
“They already know where it is,” I say. Or at least, one of them does. I don’t understand. Why hasn’t the shadow fae returned yet? My premonition magic assures me I’ll see him again.
But it seems it will not be today. I put away my sword and gesture for my guards to do so as well.
“Where are we?” Lukendevener tucks his wings to his back and does a slow spin, taking in the glen. “Where’s Sheevora the Magnificent?”
“Put on some clothes, and we’ll talk,” I growl. This is one dragon I feel no need to practice my hard-won diplomacy on. “No one needs to see your cocks.”
May snorts with laughter and raises her hand. “I kinda do.”
The mate bond twangs in my chest, and a feral possessiveness overwhelms me. I grab my bride’s hand and spin her toward me, lifting her into my arms. My mouth crashes over hers, and I nip at her lips with my tusks until she opens for me.
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