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T he Blackwood family has resided in the area where Whispering Springs was established centuries before humans decided that it would be the perfect place to settle. The walk up to Blackwood Estate is something that has to be seen to be believed. The long driveway is flanked up and down on both sides by massive weeping willow trees that sway gracefully in the wind.

Blackwood Estate sits on over a hundred acres, with each family in the coven receiving a parcel of the land so that they can build their homes. The entire property has been protected by powerful wards for generations, providing the coven a sense of safety against rival covens.

Rue’s coven, The Blackwoods, have historically never had a great relationship with their neighboring coven, The Hawthornes. Angeline cannot stand their leader, Gareth Hawthorne. I believe if memory serves me correctly, she refers to him as “a dishonorable egomaniac with a questionable fashion sense.”

Those two have a real Montagues and Capulets thing going on between them. Rue has always been puzzled over the real reason why they hate each other, but Angeline never gives a straight answer. She always gives a cryptic response about Gareth and his people using forbidden magic, but never goes further. Whatever the reason, I trust Angeline’s judgment and steer clear of him on the rare occasions that he ventures into town.

The main house where Rue and her mother live is a three level Victorian that looks straight out of a Halloween movie. The dark exterior with black iron accents give it a sinister vibe that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Outside of being the ideal location for a badass haunted house, it is also the source of so many of my happy memories. I remember the summers that Rue and I spent helping her mother in the community garden where they grew herbs and plants for spells and remedies. We even had our own Practical Magic inspired midnight margaritas one night after watching the movie.

Rue’s black cat and alleged familiar, Hecate, is curled up on the front porch when I arrive. Reaching down and giving her a scratch behind the ears, her low satisfied purr let me know that she appreciates it.

“Hecate, is Rue home?” The cat cocks her head toward me, giving me a thoughtful look with her gleaming yellow eyes. I shit you not, the fluff ball points her head toward the front door and meows.

Maybe Rue wasn’t lying when she said that Hecate wasn’t just a regular house cat.

“Thanks, girl.” Giving her a light kiss on the top of her head, I enter the house.

The inside of the house, if you can even call this mansion a house, is filled with luxurious antique furniture, large paintings depicting the gods and goddesses that the coven has worked with, and the most painfully beautiful stained glass windows.

“Rue, are you here?”

“Ada, is that you, honey?” Angeline Blackwood appears from one of the rooms off the sitting room. She’s become a mother figure for me since Rue brought me home like a stray to spend the holidays with them.

“Hi, Angeline. Have you seen Rue?”

“I think she’s up in her room. Why don’t you check upstairs. It’s good to see you, Ada. Are you free to stay for lunch today?”

“Of course. You know I never turn down any of your cooking. See you later.” I give her a quick wave before walking up the side of the grand staircase that’s straight out of a fairytale. It would be perfect for making a grand entrance.

At the top of the steps, I hang a right and find myself outside of Rue’s bedroom. The door is open and her voice sounds from inside.

“Where the hell did I put those stupid earrings?” Her head is buried in a large box of jewelry.

“Everything okay over there?” I kick off my shoes and take a seat on her unmade bed.

Rue’s never been one for keeping her room tidy. In fact, it always looks like a category four hurricane has just torn through it. Her closet has exploded all across the room, with vintage band tees, leggings, bras, and kimonos in every pattern you could imagine taking up residence on her floor. Open spell books are scattered across her desk, with vials of who knows what surrounding them.

“This pair of black moonstone earrings went missing,” she whines and continues digging. With a grunt, she gives up. “Give me a second.”

Rue closes her eyes and a soft glow of white light emanates from her hands. Appearing in her upturned palms are the earrings.

“That's more like it,” she says with satisfaction, putting the earrings on as she comes over to sit with me on the bed.

“Thanks for coming over today. Preparations for Samhain are doing my head in, and since you love me so much, I know that you’ll be willing to help me,” Rue says sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

I laugh and shake my head. “You know how much I love Samhain, so of course I’m in. What do you need help with?” Samhain, also known as the Witches New Year, marks the midpoint of autumn. It’s a magical time of year.

“Will you help me collect some things from the garden that we’ll need for the offerings and intention candles?”

“Can I pretend that I’m in a Victorian era period drama, walking through the garden while waiting for my husband to come back from war?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“Of course you can. It wouldn’t be a trip to the garden if you didn’t,” she says seriously, but I can tell from the way her lip is twitching that she’s trying to not smirk.

“Okay, I’m in. Lead the way, my witchy friend.” I grin at her before we leave the room and head downstairs. We link arms, grabbing baskets on our way out into the garden. This will be the final harvest of the season so there’s a lot of work to be done.

Two hours later, we are sweaty and covered with dirt. Our baskets overflow with calendula, chrysanthemum, sage, marigolds, and even acorns that we found from around the property. We head back to the main house to drop off our baskets, clean up and relax.

Shouts ring out from inside of the house as we get closer to the door. We run in and are met with mayhem.

“Hecate, you demon cat! Put down my chicken!” Angeline chases after Hecate, who has a large rotisserie chicken in her mouth as she makes a run for it.

“Rue, your daughter is a complete menace,” Angeline says. “She jumped onto the counter when I wasn’t looking and stole the chicken that was meant for lunch.”

“Don’t call her a menace. She’s a sweet little angel. Hecate, put the chicken down and walk away.”

I’m not quite sure why Rue thought that would work, but Hecate looks Rue up and down before making off with the chicken.

“Oh, you little furry bitch!” Rue turns to Angeline. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll give her a serious talking to tonight. How about the three of us pop into town for lunch, my treat?”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m ordering a burger, fries, and a shake. That little demon cat made me need chocolate.” We all laugh as Angeline grabs her bag and we head into town for lunch.

After lunch, Angeline heads home while Rue and I go to The Enchantress to pick up some items needed for the celebration. On our way to the shop, we walk down Main Street where business owners and vendors are setting up for the Fall Festival this coming weekend.

“Ada!”

I would recognize that voice anywhere. Turning around, I spot Ulgan helping a group of pixies set up their tent. With one final upward push, the tent is up, and I get to see that boy’s rippling muscles in action.

He walks over to us with a big smile on his handsome face. “Hi ladies, it’s good to see you both. Had a busy day?”

“We’ve just been at Rue’s house prepping for Samhain. Are you helping set up for the festival?” I ask, trying to play it cool and not act like a high schooler with a crush.

“I just stopped over for a few minutes to help with the tent. It was giving them a little trouble,” he explains.

Rue grabs my arm. “Hey, I’m going to head to the shop. Meet me there when you’re done.” She turns to Ulgan. “As always, it’s a pleasure to see you and those glorious muscles of yours,” she says before she disappears up the street.

I can’t help but roll my eyes and laugh. “Please ignore her. She forgets how to behave in public. Are you looking forward to the festival?”

“Actually, I’m glad that I ran into you. I was wondering, if you aren’t already busy, if you’d like to go with me. As my date. To the festival.” He nervously adjusts his glasses, awaiting my response.

His awkwardness makes him that much more adorable to me.

My heart races with nervous excitement. “I would love to go with you. Pick me up at my place?”

His grin grows by the second. “Yes! I’ll absolutely pick you up.” We continue to stare at each other for a moment too long before his eyes flick behind me. “Oh crap, there’s a line outside of the bakery. I better get over there, but I'll see you tomorrow."

Ulgan has thankfully already started to walk away before I realize that I’m doing a happy dance in the middle of the town square. An older couple walking by me tries to stifle their giggles, but let them laugh. Nothing is going to stop my happiness or my killer dance moves right now.

I head over to The Enchantress and help Rue for a bit before heading home. Just as I enter my cottage, my phone lets me know that I have a text from Ulgan.

Ulgan

I’m excited to spend tomorrow with you, Sunshine. I’ll pick you up at your house around 9.

Ada

I can’t wait! It was sweet of you to ask me. I’ll warn you though, I am obsessed with this time of year so prepare yourself for me geeking out.

Ulgan

You’re a fan of Halloween. I’ll make sure to remember that. How do you feel about scary movies?

Ada

I freaking hate them, LOL. I’m a huge scaredy cat. However, I’d be open to watching one as long as you hold me when I’m scared…

Ulgan

DONE. I will do that for you anytime, Sunshine.

Ada

My hero! I’ll see you tomorrow 3

Ulgan

Goodnight, Ada

* * *

The next morning, Ulgan picks me up and we walk over to Main Street hand in hand to find that it’s already overflowing with people.

“Since this is my first Fall Festival, what do you recommend we try?” I’m bubbling with excitement. Big community events like this just weren’t done in my hometown, but I always saw them in movies and wished I could go.

“Well, in my expert opinion,” he says, placing a hand over his heart, “I think that you need to experience Mable’s locally famous spiced apple cider. But the way she tells it, it’s world famous.”

I love seeing this light hearted side of him, and that he’s opening up more to me.

I let out a light sigh when he slings his arm across my shoulders and guides me over to a decorated stall that’s been designed to look like a witch’s cauldron, smoke wafting out and adding an eerie feel. It’s only once we are at the stall that I recognize Mable. She’s the slightly eccentric librarian at the town library and also a member of the coven. Hannah says that Mable may be a bit kooky, but she has the biggest heart around. She’s dressed like a mad scientist, her white hair sticking up in every direction, giving her the appearance of someone that’s jammed their finger in a light socket.

“Can I tempt you two beautiful specimens—I mean customers—to try some of my scrumptious spiced cider?” she says, while lights flash overhead and she pretends to experiment on a human brain made of jello. Well, I sure hope it’s just jello.

“Hi Mabel, how’s the festival going for you? Have many customers?” Ulgan greets her.

“Oh it’s been wonderful so far. This might be the biggest turnout we’ve had in over a decade."

“That’s awesome to hear! Ada, what would you like?” Ulgan gestures toward a hopefully pretend hanging skeleton holding a menu.

“I’ve heard so much about this famous spiced cider, so I’d love a cup,” I answer with maybe a bit too much excitement. I’m a sucker for fall flavors, and what’s more fall than spiced cider?

“Make that two, please,” he says to Mabel, pulling out money and handing it to her. “My treat.” he says to me with a wink. I give his arm a playful squeeze.

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

We get our ciders and stroll along the elaborate displays. Enchanted skeletons dance outside of one stall as a group of children laugh and dance along with them. Pumpkins of every color and size line the streets with candles flickering inside. The front of the library has been turned into a spooky graveyard complete with eerie fog, ancient looking tombstones, and enchanted ghosts swooping between people. This really is a fantastic event. I’ve run into students multiple times today, and each time Ulgan waits patiently, usually with a grin, so that I can say hello to them.

“Your students and their families really love you. I feel like I’m walking around with a celebrity,” Ulgan says, sounding both proud and impressed.

“Thank you for being so wonderful and not getting upset that we kept getting stopped,” I reply, feeling a bit awkward.

“Why would I get upset? I still remember how cool it was to run into my teachers outside of school. You’re making an impact on them, and it goes to show how wonderful you are that they wanted to make sure that they could talk to you today,” Ulgan says, giving me a gentle smile.

Could this man be any more perfect?

“A few guys that I’ve dated in the past wouldn’t have been so patient. They probably would’ve stormed off, so I really appreciate it.”

Ulgan’s entire demeanor shifts. We were having a good time, and now his body is tense and he looks upset.

We continue to walk in silence for a minute before I hold his arm to stop him from walking further. “Ulgan, did I say something wrong? I thought we were enjoying ourselves, but you seem angry about something.”

His eyes soften toward me and he lets out a breath it appears he had been holding. “I’m sorry, Sunshine. You could never do anything wrong, and I apologize that I made you feel that. You mentioning how human males have mistreated you in the past made me want to hunt each of them down and make them regret ever being unkind to you. No one should have to walk on eggshells around a partner, least of all you. You deserve to be cherished and taken care of, not asked to dim your light to make some guy’s already dull light shine brighter.” The anger appears to leave his body, and he looks at me like I’m something precious and worth fighting for.

I’ve never felt that from a man before.

It’s hard to describe just how much his words mean to me, so I crook my finger, signaling him to bend down. He gives me a curious look but obeys. Once he’s close enough, I kiss his lips, trying to convey all of the emotions swirling around inside of me.

The kiss ends far too quickly, but this is just one in a series of thousands I plan to give him. A laugh bursts out of me as he peers down with fogged up glasses.

“Wow, that was one hot kiss,” he says, wiping his glasses off.

“Nice dad joke,” I snort and immediately cover my mouth, horrified that it escaped.

“None of that. Don’t hide from me.” He grabs my hand. “That was adorable.” We continue walking through the maze of people and activities.

Ulgan stops to chat with various people from the town, introducing me to anyone I haven’t yet met. Everyone is unbelievably kind and makes me feel at ease. It’s hard to believe that a place like this exists.

A tent has been erected in the town square for pumpkin carving. I grab Ulgan’s hand and drag him over to the massive tent as quickly as I can.

The woman at the table near the entrance smiles at us. “Are you two here to carve a pumpkin?” she asks.

I look up at Ulgan who nods and says, “I’ve never carved one before, but I think I can manage.”

My jaw drops to the floor. How has he never carved a pumpkin? This needs to be rectified immediately.

“Oh, we are absolutely carving a pumpkin now!” I tell Ulgan. He takes the oversized pumpkin from the woman, and we find a spot at one of the many long rectangular tables under the tent.

We quickly come up with a design, a friendly but slightly confused looking jack o’lantern, and then Ulgan gets to work carving the top off. When it’s time to remove the guts, the look of horror on his face definitely makes getting up early on the weekend worth it.

“People really do this for fun?” he asks, holding up a handful of stringy orange pumpkin guts.

“My granny and I would carve pumpkins for Halloween every year together, and save the seeds to roast for a snack later,” I share. My heart aches, wishing that we could do that just one more time.

“Where did you go there for a second?” he asks thoughtfully.

“I was just thinking that she would have loved all of this, and how much I miss her,” I say, holding out my arms and gesturing to everything around us.

“Why don’t you tell me about her while I finish scooping out this crap,” he chuckles, placing more of the pumpkin guts into the bowl between us.

We work side by side on our pumpkin creation as I share my favorite memories of Granny. How fearless she was, and how she loved with her entire heart. “She was a force to be reckoned with,” I tell him with pride.

“You must take after her then,” Ulgan says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Oh no, don’t move. I got some pumpkin in your hair.” We laugh as he tries his best to get rid of the pumpkin goop with a paper towel. It’s been so long since I laughed this much.

We both take a step back to admire our slightly confused, but still adorable-looking pumpkin. The woman at the counter hands Ulgan a small tea light for us to put inside, and we make our way over to the display of pumpkins that others have created. He places our pumpkin among the others, and I notice something written in black ink on the side.

It reads: U+A, with a small heart around it.

Oh my gosh! He must’ve snuck that on there when I wasn’t looking.

He reaches for my hand and we resume strolling through the festival. We come across Isla and her adorable daughter Kaida. The six year old is bouncing with excitement, wanting to go everywhere at once.

“Auntie Ada!” Kaida partially shifts, her cute dragon wings fluttering behind her, as she flies right into my open arms.

In just a few short months, this little cutie has me wrapped around her even cuter little finger. She asked me after that first day that we met if she could call me Auntie, and it touched me so deeply. I hope that any kids I have in the future are just as spunky as she is.

“There’s my little peanut! Are you having a good time, sweetie?” I say, peppering her cheeks with kisses, making her squeal with glee.

“Mama and I carved punkins.” Oh my heart. Punkins .

“Oh, you did? I bet it was the most beautiful pumpkin carved today. Ulgan and I carved a pumpkin, too,” I tell her, pointing in his direction.

Without hesitation, Kaida flies out of my arms and right into his. The look on his face is priceless, not expecting her to fling herself at him. He catches her with an omphf and we all laugh at her fearlessness. This girl has never met a stranger.

“Are you Auntie's boyfriend?”

That little shit.

Without hesitating, he answers, “I’m unfortunately not, but I’d really like to be.”

My mouth drops open, stunned. An odd feeling washes over me. A weird mix of excitement and hesitation.

“Auntie Ada, do you like him? I like him, and you should too. He has horns. Mama, can I have horns?”

“They’re actually called tusks. You can touch them if you want,” he says patiently. She reaches out and pokes one of his tusks with her index finger.

“Mama, do dragons grow tusks?”

Isla chuckles. “No sweetie, unfortunately for you, we don’t. Sorry Ulgan, she just gets excited when she meets new people.” Isla’s eyes wander to something or someone behind Ulgan, and her demeanor changes. She seems distracted and a bit flustered.

She pulls me aside. “Can you watch Kaida for a little bit? I need to handle something and don’t want to bring her with me.” Her words are rushed. Was that Sebastian standing over there?

“Of course I can. Is everything okay?”

“Thank you, Ada. I’m fine, just need to take care of a problem.” She turns back to Kaida. “Sweetie, you’re going to hang out with Ada for a little while. I’ll come and find you in a bit, okay?”

“Yay! Can I get my face painted, Auntie?” she asks, giving me her best puppy dog pout.

“Of course, peanut. We’ll meet you over there, Isla,” I say, shooing her away.

Ulgan places Kaida on his shoulders, and we walk over to the busy face painting tent. Kids choose designs from the illustrations on the walls before heading over to one of the high school art students that are volunteering.

We walk along the walls so that Kaida can pick out what she wants, and after changing her mind multiple times, she settles on a bright unicorn. She, of course, has the young girl painting her face add plenty of glitter when it is finished. Admiring her unicorn in the small hand held mirror, she whirls around to Ulgan.

“You should get a unicorn, too! We can be unicorn twins!” She’s practically bursting with excitement at the prospect.

“Peanut, I don’t think—” I start.

“I would be honored to be unicorn twins with you.” He turns to the girl doing the face painting. “Only if you have time.”

“Of course!” She grins. “Take a seat.”

Ulgan’s going to make an incredible father one day. My panties are melting watching him interact with Kaida. Am I weird for being completely turned on right now?

Almost as if he’s a mind reader, his eyes lock on mine and his nostrils flare. He gives me a knowing smirk and returns his attention to Kaida, who can’t get enough of him.

“Make sure to add extra glitter. He needs to sparkle just like me,” Kaida requests.

“Um, there was a word missing in that request, little missy,” I say.

“Sorry! Can you please add extra glitter?” The painter gives her a thumbs up and really goes to town with the glitter.

Ulgan rivals a disco ball, and I couldn’t be more here for it.

“Holy shit.” Isla appears next to me, covering her smirk with her hand. She definitely saw Ulgan. “Girl, you need to snatch up that man ASAP. He’s a freaking keeper.”

She addresses Ulgan now, “Ulgan, you have never looked better.”

Kaida flies over to Isla, excited to show off her little unicorn.

“Mama, look what Ulgan and I did! He’s my unicorn twin!” Kaida proudly shows off her face paint.

“Oh, I see that baby. You both look sparkly and fabulous.” Isla gives her daughter a hug. “Thank you both so much for watching her. Okay, Kaida, we have to head home to see grandma. She is going to love your face paint. Can you say thank you to Ada and Ulgan?”

Kaida waves to us, snuggling into her mom’s side. “Bye Auntie Ada! Bye Ulgan! I hope she lets you be her boyfriend!”

The two leave us, and I can’t help but give him a hug.

His muscular arms wrap around me, and I sneak a peek at them. They’re just so delicious. He chuckles and says, “What’s this for? Not that I’m complaining. You can touch me whenever you want.”

“You just keep surprising me. You were amazing with Kaida,” I answer, speaking into his chest.

“She’s adorable, and clearly loves you very much,” he says.

I pull back to look at him, but he still holds me close. “Were you serious when you said that you wanted to be with me?” My voice shakes. I hate feeling vulnerable like this.

Please don’t let this be some cruel joke.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. Getting to know you has made me happier than I’ve ever been. I’m in awe of you, and just want to be with you all the time.” he says, looking at me with such tenderness.

“So, does this mean we’re together?” I ask, needing a definitive answer.

“Yes, Sunshine. You’re stuck with me.”

That weird feeling still sits heavy in my chest, but I decide to bury it and allow myself to be happy.

I deserve to be happy.

Hours later, we’re outside my cottage after he walked me home, and I’m wishing the day didn’t have to be over.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask him. “I have the day off and thought it might be fun to go see that new superhero movie.”

“I would love to, but I can’t tomorrow. I already have a date,” he replies casually.

Is he dating someone else? Didn’t we just say we were together now? Embarrassment and insecurity rears its ugly head, and I just want to run into the house. I should’ve known this was too good to be true.

“Okay, well, have fun I guess,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I turn to go hide inside. Ulgan must notice the shift in my mood, because his hand wraps around my wrist to stop me as I start to go back in the house.

“Ada, it isn’t that kind of date,” he says, words tumbling out of his mouth.

“Isn’t there only one kind?” I fail at hiding how hurt my feelings are. “I’m not the type of woman who’d be okay being in a relationship with someone who’s seeing other people.”

Ulgan pulls me close to him so that there is little space between us, and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. “No. Please let me explain. When I was growing up there was this kind neighbor who would watch my sister and I so our mom could work. She’s gotten older and lives at a nursing facility now. She and I have a ‘date’ once a month to catch up. I’m seeing her tomorrow,” Ulgan says breathlessly.

Oh, well now I feel like an asshole for being upset. It’s so ingrained in me to compare him to the men from my past, but I’m working on it.

“Oh, that’s really sweet,” I say. “It’s wonderful that you go to visit her. We can go to a movie some other time. She’s lucky to have someone thoughtful like you to care.”

“I had a lot of fun today,” Ulgan says. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Text me so I know you got home safe. Have a good night.”

I turn to grab the front door knob when his hand covers mine. I give him a questioning look over my shoulder.

“Would you want to come with me? Obviously, you don’t know Miss Laurel, but it’d be nice to have some company.” Ulgan shifts from side to side, looking unsure of himself. “You know what, you probably wouldn’t want to come. You’d be stuck with me in the car for an hour and?—”

“I’d love to go with you,” I blurt, interrupting him.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to come,” he says, nervously adjusting his glasses.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I’d love to keep you company.” I pull him toward me and put my arms around his shoulders. “Are you positive she won’t be uncomfortable with a stranger coming? I know she means a lot to you.”

“She’s going to love you. How about I pick you up tomorrow at nine?” His hands settle on my waist.

A sudden wave of shy excitement washes over me. “Sounds great. Will there be coffee involved?”

“For you? Always.” Ulgan winks at me before leaning over to give me a short sweet kiss.

Of course, it would’ve been sweet if I didn’t pull him closer to kiss him deeper. I just can’t help myself around him.

* * *

Later that night, my mind starts to wander, and I imagine what a future would look like for Ulgan and me. The longer I live in Whispering Springs, the more I learn about all of the different types of monsters that are my neighbors. Each with their own unique histories, culture, and even anatomical differences.

Honestly, I don’t know much about orcs beyond the basics. This needs to change right now, since Ulgan and I are officially together.

It’s time to research the shit out of orcs.

Like any good researcher, I lay out a shit ton of snacks, grab every orc romance novel off of my bookshelves, and set up my laptop with a strong internet connection.

My source material is written by the greatest orc authors of our time. I flip through the pages of the novels scattered around me and take notes in my notebook, while balancing my laptop on my thigh for any quick online searches I may need to do to confirm my findings.

By the end of the night I’m sufficiently exhausted, but happy with the information I’ve learned. Hannah would be proud of my fact checking skills and the sheer amount of resources I combed through.

I stare at the notes that I’ve written, and a few questions arise. Of course, right now probably isn’t the best time to ask Ulgan, since our relationship is brand new, but it certainly gives me some things to think about.

1. Orcs have fated mates that they bond with forever. It’s an ancient biological pull toward their perfect life partner. Would humans feel this bond?

2. When orcs find their mate it triggers a mating frenzy. This sounds fun

3. Mating frenzy equals knotting and loads of sex. An orc’s knot is at the base of their cock and swells inside of their mate to make sure that they get pregnant. This intrigues me…especially after that image search I did.

4. Orcs have a primal instinct to provide shelter for their mates. Someone wants to build me a house? I’m sold!

5. Orcs appear to be excellent in bed. This may just be because my source material is mainly romance novels, but I’m sold, again!

Closing my laptop, I leave my books stacked up on the coffee table, promising to myself that I’ll put them away tomorrow. Putting on my softest pajamas, I climb into bed.

Even though exhaustion has hit me, I just can’t seem to turn my brain off. Every time my eyes close, images of Ulgan swaggering toward me at the height of a mating frenzy flash in my mind. A big knot, ready to make me feel oh so good.

Is it getting hot in here?

I didn’t even realize that my hand has slipped beneath my panties and is giving much needed attention to my clit. My breathless moans echo around the room as my fingers move through my slick core. I picture Ulgan in bed with me, with his strong hands working my body. I wish that it was him touching me between my thighs. Within moments, my back arches off of the bed and I’m experiencing a powerful and breathtaking orgasm. Ulgan’s name screams from my lips.

My heart is racing and my body feels more relaxed. Pulling my fingers away, I fall into a peaceful sleep.

Tomorrow, I get to see the orc of my dreams.