Page 11 of His Orc Warrior (Human Omegas for Monster Alphas #1)

Lucas

I learned so much about Thrain in such a short period of time with him. Unlike at the meet and greet, I wasn’t worried I’d say or do the wrong thing. Instead, I acted on impulse. I probably had four thousand more questions to ask and one day I would, but not tonight.

Tonight, the only one that fell from my lips was— “Kiss me?”

“I want nothing more.”

I stood on my tiptoes, and he leaned down, his lips brushing mine. It was a sweet, gentle kiss. Perfect in every way, but also…it wasn’t enough. Once I got a taste, I longed for another and another.

As he started to pull away, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close, slamming my mouth to his and kissing him deeply.

This was home. It was heaven—being in his arms, our lips dancing together, our bodies flushed against one another, his yummy scent wrapped around me, his warmth seeping into me.

He liked it as much as I did. His body’s response didn’t lie, his thick hardness pressed against my own. His girth and length matched his body and I couldn’t wait to unwrap it.

I jumped up, wrapping my legs around him, holding on, not wanting to let go. He took three steps forward until my back was against the wall, leaving no space between us.

It was everything I wanted. Everything I needed. And not enough at the same time.

Using one arm to stay locked with him, I reached my free hand forward, pulled to feel his tusk, dancing my finger along it.

He kissed me so completely, moaning into my mouth as my fingers grazed his tusk, his tongue exploring my mouth, his teeth grazing my lips, his tenderness letting all of his passion through. I wanted it to never end.

And then, just like that, I was on the ground, and he had taken two steps back.

“We need to slow this.”

I nodded. If he wanted to be done, we were done. But also…. His eyes were filled with heat. This wasn’t about not wanting to be with me.

“There are traditions. There are rules I need to follow.”

I had not been expecting that.

“Okay.” My voice trembled, wondering if maybe I did something wrong. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—I mean, I did—but also, I’m sorry.” My apology was making not a lick of sense.

“No, no, no.” And once again, he was close to me. His hand cupped my cheek, enveloping the entire side of my face.

“It is nothing you did. I want this as much as you do. Trust me, I do. But my kind…before we go further, before any of this, I need to bring you to meet my parents.”

“You want to introduce me to your parents?” I’d never been a meet-the-parents kind of boyfriend, and here he was wanting to introduce me after one date.

“Yeah. More than anything.” He pressed his forehead against mine.

“What if they don’t like me?” I was an office worker who had a small apartment and an unhealthy obsession with their kind. Nothing about me shouted perfect partner for their son. If anything, I was red flag central.

“Oh, trust me. They’ll like you.”

“Did they like your…others?” I didn’t know why I asked. It wasn’t that I wanted to know about anyone else other than me. Sure, he dated others, just like I had, but having that knowledge someplace in the back of your mind was a whole lot different than having them be real in the way I was asking.

“I never brought anybody to meet them before.” He kissed me. “Only you.”

All of this was a lot to absorb, but hearing that…it made everything else not matter as much.

“Wow.” I wasn’t sure what else to even say about that.

“I should probably be going now.”

I nodded. As much as I hated it, he had a point. If he stayed much longer, my willpower was going to wane. And if he wanted me to meet his parents before going any further, staying here was just going to be torture for us both.

“Call me?”

“For sure.” He smiled. “I’ll talk to my parents soon and make arrangements.”

“Tell your mom how much I liked the bread.” Maybe that would give me a better chance of being fully accepted. Thrain didn’t seem at all worried, but they already loved him.

I knew they didn’t mind humans. His father was one. But still, I couldn’t help but worry.

“We’ll go to your village soon?” Because the sooner we did, the sooner I could know where I stood with his family and if we could really have the future I was longing for.

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

He knelt down and said his goodbyes to Bolg. Then Thrain stood up, kissed me one more time, before leaving.

Leaving me lonely, hard, and needy. But also, content in a way I hadn’t been in…well…ever.

“Bolg, Daddy needs a shower.” And to get rid of this hard-on if I had any hope of getting any sleep tonight.

The steamy water pounded my back as I pressed my forehead against the cool tile. My every thought was of Thrain: the way he smiled, the way his lips felt against mine, the way he moaned as I touched his tusks, the way he filled his jeans. A simmering need settled into me that refused to be ignored. It felt kind of weird jacking off to an image of an actual person I’d just spent time with, but it was either that or embracing a hard sleepless night.

With a shuddering breath, I took a few pumps of conditioner into my palm and reached down, taking myself in hand.

My fingers traced along the hard length, squeezing gently at first. Arousal jolted through me, sharp and insistent, as I imagined the hand wrapped around me wasn’t my own.

I bit my lip, stifling a groan as I began to stroke with firm, steady movements. Had I planned ahead better, I’d have had a toy for my slick entrance, but that would need to wait.

Heat swirled in the small confines of the shower, and I realized for the first time that the two of us would never fit in here together, not in his orc form. I didn’t mind his human side. He was gorgeous in both forms, but it was while he wore his tusks that he looked more “him.”

The slick sounds of my fist sliding over velvet steel had me worried I was being too loud. I leaned into the slippery tiles, as my movements turned frantic, chasing my orgasm. I didn’t want to dwell in here too long, thinking about all the things I wanted to do with Thrain. That felt too invasive and bordering on disrespectful.

But still, forbidden images flickered through my mind—my fingers dancing along his tusks, the planes of his muscles, the tantalizing swell of cock in his jeans. That was all it took and I was spilling thick ropes of cum onto the bathroom wall.

For long moments, I simply stood there, wishing it had been Thrain’s hand.

Soon. It would be Thrain soon. But for now, this would have to do.