Page 70 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“Temporarily.” His hips buck against mine, and our juices make a splashing, squelching noise as ripples of pleasure dance inside of me. “I’m campaigning for the besthusbandever, but I have a long way to go.. Don’t worry. I know that.”

For a second, I can’t breathe.

Just afterglow talk. Pillow talk.

I don’t believe that for a second, King means it. He called me family. He called me mate.

I close my eyes and hug him tight as we start again, slow, tender rocking, pleasing each other in a lazy way.

Might not be as long as he thinks.

Chapter Twenty-One: Halloween

“Look at my little heroes. Who’s my pretty girl? Who is my handsome fella?” King croons. “Ready for the parade?”

“I still can’t believe they close schools for Halloween. And trick-or-treating in the middle of the day, the parade at noon... is everyone off from work?” I whip out my phone and snap a picture of King in his All-Star jersey and black undereye paint as he pulls Chip into his lap. Chip is Superman in a bright red cape with the telltale S on it, and Daisy is Captain America in a doggy cape that has his shield on it in puffy fabric.

“Trick-or-treating should be done in the daytime. It’s harder to tell real monsters from fake ones in the dark.”

I snap a picture as Daisy joins the cuddle puddle, her nose buried in King’s shoulder and her tail waving wildly in joy. “Adorable.”

“Send me that, babe?”

“I will.” I kiss his head and tap to share the picture. “But why would that matter? About real monsters, I mean?”

“Because some real monsters are really monstrous—and they have the power to back it up. And so are some humans, with evil in their hearts.”

“But the monsters in Pine Ridge are nice. Right?” My skin prickles.

“The ones who stay here? Sure.” King nods and shrugs, like this is old news to him. “But this place does attract the supernatural—including the dark side of paranormal. The ones who have given in to darkness forget the origins of this day—to honor the blessed dead. Or they pervert it, craving violence. Craving a kill. It just becomes about death to some, and killing and sacrifice are waysto get death. That’s why we have a Night Watch, to stop the wicked things from taking root in Pine Ridge. And tonight is a night to be extra careful, when so many people are messing around with wicked things, not aware of what they’re unleashing.”

I swallow. I’m not a scaredy cat. I’ve watched a few horror movies in my time.

And I could always say, ‘It’s just a movie’ if it looked too scary.

I’m not sure I like knowing evil versions of the kind monsters I’ve met lurk in the world, waiting for a place to strike. “Are you on the Night Watch?”

“Not with this leg. Not for now.” King looks at me and clicks his tongue. The dogs jump down at once and sit at his feet with expectant doggie grins, waiting for head rubs. He delivers, but his lips purse into a worried frown. “I didn’t mean to scare you. This place is so well protected. The coven works over time, starting in September. The garden club plants sacred herbs, and good fae and wolves bury silver and iron all around the town boundaries.” He holds out his hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me into his lap.

I’ve always been too self-conscious about my size to sit on anyone’s lap, but I fit onto King’s good thigh and overflow onto his other as he beams at me. I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ll protect you.”

I try to raise a little fury. How patronizing. How condescending. How chauvinistic.

But he doesn’t mean it that way. He literally means he would protect me. Fight for me.

I swallow hard. I haven’t felt this way in so long. Since I was a teenager. Believing someone other than me could really keep me safe, or would die trying. “I’m not scared with you around. I’m just... antsy.” My cheeks flush.

I want King. I want more of him than I can have, thanks to my current predicament. I know King said he doesn’t mind, but I’ve never tried being intimate during that time of the month, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it.

“Oh. Antsy?” King’s hand slides between my thighs and instantly presses down, the heel of his palm against my needy clit, working it in circles through the fabric of my black leggings. (I’m going as Catwoman, since all I really need is a black outfit, a mask, and kitty ears.)

“Ohhh. Oh, God,” I whimper.

“Thinking about our first time?”

I swallow and nod, eyes closed, one leg sprawling open and dangling down the side of the chair to give him more access.

“It’s all I can think about. Well, notall, but a lot. You were so tight around me. So gorgeous, spreading around my cock, letting me watch you ride. So pretty, watching all of my cream slide out of you.”