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Amuleta turned around and caught sight of Lulu trailing behind them.

Magoza had looped a rope around Lulu so she would follow them.

Lulu walked as if she had no care in the world.

Her big pregnant belly was showing, and Amuleta was sure she should be delivering any day now.

“She’s fine. I’ll make sure we don’t go too fast. Once we are at Angarth, she’ll have the best grass to graze.” Magoza must have picked up on the slight worry Amuleta had for her beloved shukan.

“I worry about her. She’s so pregnant.” Amuleta chuckled.

The shukan’s belly protruded so much on both sides that she wondered if Lulu was having twins, or maybe even triplets.

“Shukans are highly intelligent. If it was too much for her, she would let us know.”

“She can be stubborn when she wants her way.” Amuleta turned back around and settled in the saddle in front of Magoza.

Lulu didn’t appear to be in any distress.

She was sure Magoza was right.

If Lulu hadn’t wanted to take her to town, the shukan would not have budged once she got on her.

Magoza’s hand on her stomach brought her back flush to her.

She glanced down at the larger hand resting on her soft belly.

There was a fluttering in her stomach that she couldn’t explain.

Was she nervous to be going with Magoza?

Terribly.

She was already shocked by how Magoza had reacted in front of the others outside the arena.

She had hoped to get Magoza alone to congratulate her, but Magoza had waved her over.

All eyes had been on them.

The moment the male orc had uttered his words, the doubt had come rushing back to her.

She didn’t belong there or with Magoza.

Then Magoza had gone and defended her.

The fierceness she had displayed for Amuleta had taken her breath away.

She saw Magoza in a different light.

She had truly meant what she’d said.

But that was one male.

What about an entire nation?

How would they be together if an entire kingdom would be against them—because Amuleta was a half-breed.

Amuleta settled back against Magoza’s chest. A pleased rumble vibrated from Magoza’s chest. Her hand tightened on Amuleta’s stomach.

“And why am I going to your home?” Amuleta asked.

She cleared her throat hearing the raspiness in her voice.

She rested her hand on top of Magoza’s.

Solana and Lyra, the twin suns, beamed down on them as they made their way down the road that led to the stronghold.

Magoza chuckled and guided them off the main road.

Amuleta took in the plush nature that surrounded them.

The shukans handled the new territory when they went down a slope with rocks and mud, coming out on a dirt path.

The new route was flanked by thick trees and brush.

The suns could be seen high in the bright-blue sky.

Amuleta didn’t recognize the area.

“Or are we still going there?”

“We are taking a back way. I sometimes prefer to not enter through the main gates. After the trials, I’m sure I will never be able to get in if everyone saw me,” Magoza replied.

Amuleta relaxed slightly.

For a second the thought that Magoza didn’t want anyone to see her crossed her mind, but hearing her explanation erased the doubt.

It made sense. The way Magoza had been flocked the second she’d come out of the doors, Amuleta was sure the same would happen at the stronghold.

“Don’t worry, mate. Soon everyone will know who you are and what you are to me. I don’t plan to hide my feelings for you. The entire fecking world will know you are mine.”

Magoza dropped her face down and planted a heated kiss on Amuleta’s shoulder.

The move elicited a gasp from Amuleta.

She tilted her head to the side to give Magoza better access.

Magoza’s lips trailed her shoulder to her neck.

Her tusks gently scraped her skin, causing her to automatically shiver.

“You aren’t afraid of the repercussions you may face because of me?” Amuleta breathed.

Her heart rate increased from Magoza’s touch.

Her hand slid down Amuleta’s torso and reached her thighs.

“I am an orc with strong shoulders. I can bear whatever is thrown my way.” Magoza’s lips reached Amuleta’s ear.

Her warm breath skated against Amuleta’s cheek.

She nipped Amuleta’s ear, soothing it with her tongue.

Her hand continued on its journey and tugged up Amuleta’s long skirt.

It disappeared underneath the material.

“And our world needs to learn that change can be good. There are more like you. Fated mates aren’t reserved to only one race. Why should we hide the beauty of what the gods have created?”

Amuleta could barely think as Magoza’s callused hand traveled along her thighs.

Her core clenched with need from the feeling of Magoza surrounding her.

They may still be riding toward their destination, but it felt as if they were in their own world.

Magoza’s lips returned to her neck while her fingers arrived at the junction of where her thigh and center met.

Magoza boldly moved her undergarment to the side and connected with her swollen clit.

A groan tore from Amuleta.

She arched her hips toward Magoza’s hand.

Sitting in the saddle allowed her legs to be open for Magoza to be able to explore her.

Her talented finger strummed her sensitive flesh.

“Did you know you belong to me?” Magoza applied the slightest pressure with her finger.

Amuleta’s eyes fluttered closed.

She had to focus on the question.

She jerked her head in a nod.

“Oh no. I want to hear you say it. Do you belong to me?”

“Yes,” Amuleta whimpered.

She wasn’t going to deny it to herself or to the world.

She was going to follow fate, and if it was meant for her and Magoza to join together as one, then so be it.

Another cry escaped her as Magoza’s finger shifted and moved.

She dipped into Amuleta’s silky heat where she was met with the slickness that poured from her.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Magoza rasped.

Her finger was drenched in Amuleta’s nectar.

She dragged the wetness to Amuleta’s clit and massaged the bundle of nerves.

She repeated her motion again while Amuleta’s body writhed on the saddle.

She bit her lip to keep quiet, but Magoza must have sensed it.

Her other hand swept underneath Amuleta’s tunic and traveled up to her breast.

She gripped it in a tight hold.

“Don’t hold back, doakir . I want to hear you.”

“But what if someone is nearby?” Amuleta whispered.

Her hips undulated underneath Magoza’s touch.

Her finger was coaxing Amuleta toward heaven.

Her warm hand massaged her aching mound.

Her fingers gripped her nipple and gave it a rough tug.

It sent a bolt of lightning straight to Amuleta’s center.

“I want them to hear you, doakir .” She shifted the skirt up higher, exposing Amuleta.

She balled the material until it remained in place.

Amuleta felt wanton and sexy at the same time.

Her heart raced at the dominant display of desire from Magoza.

At the moment, she would do whatever Magoza wanted of her.

Magoza boldly cupped Amuleta’s pussy and nipped her ear.

“If anyone tries to take this away from me, I will chop off their hand with my axe.”

More slick seeped from Amuleta’s core.

Magoza’s finger flicked her swollen nub hard while increasing the pace.

Amuleta did as she was commanded and allowed her cries to flow from her.

Magoza continued to strike and rub her breasts.

Amuleta turned her head toward Magoza’s and offered her lips.

Magoza captured them and commanded the kiss.

Her tongue swept inside Amuleta’s mouth.

She stroked Amuleta’s in a slow and steady duel.

There was no denying the heat and passion between them.

Fate obviously knew what she was doing.

This was commanded by the gods.

Who was anyone to stand in the way of fate?

Amuleta’s hips bucked toward Magoza’s fingers.

Sensations coursed through her body that took her breath away.

She tore her lips from Magoza’s and stared into her eyes.

Her pants and cries were the only sounds coming from her.

“That’s right, doakir . Take your pleasure,” Magoza said.

Her eyes darkened as she watched Amuleta.

She pinched then tugged on Amuleta’s nipple.

The repeated motions on Amuleta’s clit and her nipple were too much for her to bear.

Magoza brought the shukans to a halt and withdrew her fingers from Amuleta’s core.

“What are you doing?” Amuleta gasped.

Her climax was on the horizon.

Her chest rose and fell swiftly.

Magoza jumped down from the shukan.

“Turn this way,” Magoza muttered.

She spun Amuleta toward her and brought one leg to rest on her shoulder.

Amuleta cried out from the move.

It left her open and exposed for Magoza.

A growl rumbled from Magoza, and she took in Amuleta’s soaked core.

Amuleta gripped the bar of the saddle in one hand and rested the other on the shukan.

She wasn’t sure how she was balanced, but it was apparent Magoza wasn’t going to let her fall.

“Hold on tight, doakir .”

Her mouth covered Amuleta’s core.

Amuleta screamed from the intense pressure from her mate suckling her swollen bundle.

She gripped the poor shukan’s hair in her hand tight as Magoza devoured her.

She had to fight to keep her balance while Magoza’s tongue swept through her drenched folds.

The sounds of the orc feasting filled the air.

She pushed first one finger inside Amuleta, and then with a growl, she added another one.

“Magoza!” Amuleta screamed.

She turned herself over to the pleasure that was overtaking her.

She trembled under the delicious assault.

Magoza was a female determined to have what she wanted, and that was currently Amuleta’s pussy.

“That’s right. Call my name.” Magoza lifted her head.

Her amber eyes burned bright with lust and passion.

Her thick fingers pounded inside Amuleta.

She dropped her head again and focused on Amuleta’s nub.

Amuleta couldn’t fight the storm of emotions that were consuming her.

She threw her head back and screamed.

Her orgasm slammed into her, sending her straight to the sky.

Her body trembled and shook.

Magoza’s firm hand remained on her thigh to fix her in place, and she rode the waves of her release.

She let go of the saddle’s handle and grabbed Magoza’s braids, keeping her head in place.

Her fingers pushed deep inside Amuleta and held still.

Amuleta’s muscles pulsated around her.

The sky came into view when her eyes opened.

Her muscles grew weak.

She could no longer hold herself up and felt as if she were about to fall.

Magoza’s head shot up just as Amuleta slipped off the saddle.

She grabbed Amuleta and righted her on the ground to where she stood limply in front of her.

Amuleta didn’t even have the strength to hold herself in place.

Her knees gave way.

Magoza chuckled and scooped her up into her arms.

“Well, now, mate. I can’t have you falling at my feet now, can I?”

A smile slipped onto Amuleta’s lips.

She wrapped her arms around Magoza’s shoulders and nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck.

She officially felt spent with her orgasm taking every ounce of energy from her.

Somehow Magoza fixed her clothing then hefted them back onto her shukan.

She kept Amuleta sitting sidesaddle and started the beasts back on track.

The pull of sleep claimed Amuleta.

She closed her eyes and relaxed.

At the moment, she had her full trust that Magoza would take care of her.

So with a sigh, she allowed sleep to take her.