Page 6 of Bread with the Orc (Harmony Glen #6)

Chapter Six

Dorvak

I came awake slowly, having slept the kind of sleep males only experienced after a thorough fucking.

Which was strange, because yesterday I hadn’t had a release at all.

But this morning—after years of this schedule, my body just naturally woke up before dawn so I could prep the bread—I felt amazing.

Well, no. I felt itchy and irritable, but my heart and Kteer felt amazing.

Yesterday, Laney had used my body to reach release. I’d pleasured my Mate.

Yeah, there was no doubt in my mind any longer.

Laney was my Mate, the one I would spend the rest of my life loving. She was mine, and I was hers, and when I claimed her, she would bear our kitling. I would die for her; but more importantly, I would live for her. Live to make her happy, live to bring her pleasure, live to fulfill her wishes.

I couldn’t wait to start.

It was possible I was almost smiling as I rolled out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

After untying my hair, I ran my fingers through it, wondering if it was time for a trim. It reached my shoulders, and I rarely wore it down any longer. What would Laney think if she saw me like this?

What did Laney think when she saw me, period?

Scoffing at myself, I began to shampoo. Yesterday had been proof that she must approve of my appearance on some level. Gods below, the way she’d scented my kitchen with her arousal, the way she’d bucked against me as she’d come… I was never, ever going to forget that.

How was I supposed to stand there today and concentrate on making bread when I could still smell her pleasure?

After she’d come against me, after I’d rocked her and told her not to feel embarrassed, Laney had done exactly that.

She’d suddenly jerked away from me, eyes wide, and pulled her little tank top up over her shoulders once more.

Without looking at me, she’d pulled the apron over those magnificent tits, stammered out an excuse, and escaped out the back door.

I’d followed just long enough to see her hop in her car and speed away, and I nodded, satisfied my Mate wouldn’t freeze to death in that skimpy top. Afterward, I’d scrubbed my kitchen top to bottom, knowing the air itself was perfumed by her.

And today…

Today I would see her again. Scent her again, witness her smile.

I wouldn’t push her for more. Not until she was ready. When I claimed her, her body would swell with my child, and I wouldn’t risk that until she was absolutely ready for it.

But there was no reason I couldn’t bring her pleasure—as much as she could stand—first.

I climbed out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my head and nothing else. I was halfway through my morning coffee ritual when my phone dinged, and I smiled when I saw a text from Laney.

I wasn’t smiling as I read it, though.

Should I come in today?

I frowned as my fingers swiped across the tiny keyboard. “Why wouldn’t you?” I wrote.

A pause. Then her response came through.

What happened yesterday was extremely unprofessional. I’m sorry, Dorvak.

Ah. I felt one corner of my lips tug upward into a smirk.

I told you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed around me, love.

Yeah, but I’ve never done…THAT. I mean, I’ve never done it without the guy expecting something in return.

I was back to frowning in confusion. “Like what?” I typed. Humans were confusing sometimes. A longer pause followed, and I wondered what she was thinking.

Like…reciprocity. A handjob or SOMETHING.

A surprised bark of laughter burst out of me as my fingers flew.

It was all about you, love. And trust me, there’s so much more where that came from.

Those three little dots showed up on my screen, telling me Laney had read my message and was replying. Or thinking about replying. I realized I was holding my breath, praying to the old gods that I’d said the right thing. That I could convince her…

Finally, her message came through.

I want that. I want more, if you’re serious about it, Dorvak. If you don’t think it’ll screw up our working relationship. That was…remarkable.

It had been remarkable, hadn’t it?

I knew bringing my Mate pleasure wouldn’t screw up —as she said—our working relationship.

If anything, it would show her what to expect from me, show her how perfectly we meshed.

Once we were Mated, once the Mating Heat was satisfied and she carried my kitling, our bond would be unbreakable; she would feel me, know me, understand me well enough to work perfectly together.

And I would devote my life to her happiness.

Laney, I promise you SO much more. We’ll take things slow, and work our way up to the point where you can take me.

What?

My lips twitched. Surely she wasn’t surprised that this was what I’d meant when I spoke of bringing her pleasure?

Love, I’m big. A LOT bigger than human men. We’ll have to work our way up to the point where you can take me.

Dorvak…

I have an orc dildo. I can take you.

Gods below.

Gods below .

I stumbled slightly, my knees suddenly weak at the thought of my Mate pleasuring herself with a replica of my cock. How long had she had it? How did she work her way up to being able to fit it into her sweet pussy? Why had she purchased it ?

I had so many questions, and every single one of them paled before the most obvious: What would she look like taking my cock?

My breathing was too fast and my Kteer howled in glee in my chest. I realized I was standing, completely nude in my kitchen, with the claws of one hand digging into the skin of my chest, trying to calm my heart.

Gods below, she had an orc dildo.

I couldn’t wait.

In my hand, my phone dinged again, and I lifted it in a bit of a daze.

Dorvak?

I glanced down at my fully erect cock, knowing it was as ready for her as my Kteer and my heart were. My fingers flew over the screen.

Bring an overnight bag to work today, Laney. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure tonight.