Chapter Three
Angie
“Turn around.”
The itching was getting worse and worse. Even if I didn’t get any mud inside my pants, the rash had spread there, eventually. And I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to scratch or rub on the ointment. Fortunately, the thing was like magic. It healed my skin almost instantly. Thev had been right. No human-made medicine could’ve helped me with this predicament.
“Unless you want to do it...”
I bit my tongue, but it was too late. The words had escaped, and they hung in the air between us, now. I gently raised my gaze to meet his. He stared at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world. Which... I had just seen the pyramids. They were incredible. I was not. Or maybe I was, since I’d just managed to render an orc speechless.
I still called Thev an orc in my head.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t... know what you mean...”
But the tent in his leather pants told another story. He knew exactly what I meant. He wanted me. It was so obvious. And, truly, I wanted him. Just looking at him was enough to make me itch even more between my legs. And not because of the rash.
He was one fine specimen. His dark green skin didn’t bother me. His tattoos were, honestly, to die for. And his tusks didn’t bother me, either. In fact, I’d caught myself wondering a couple of times what it would feel like to lick them.
Maybe the poisonous mud had affected my brain, too.
Or maybe I hadn’t had a good lay in forever. If ever.
It was crazy... what I was suggesting. But wasn’t this whole thing crazy? Good God, I was on an alien planet, on an alien spaceship, staring at a hot-as-hell alien man! It was the wildest dream! Maybe I’d fallen asleep watching the pyramids, and the sun would rise soon, I’d wake up, and regret I hadn’t screwed the drop-dead gorgeous male with tusks! Those hard muscles underneath that green skin of his were everything a girl could wish for.
And that cock... I wanted to see it free of those sexy leather pants. Was it as green as the rest of him? What did he taste like?
“You know what I mean,” I purred, crawling toward him. “If you want, you can do it.”
“Do what?”
Could his eyes grow any wider? I chuckled.
“Rub the ointment...” I placed my hand between my legs. “Right here. Where I need it.”
In truth, the entire length of my legs was itching like mad. My inner thighs, too, and my buttocks.
His gaze followed my hand, then he swallowed hard and looked me in the eyes again.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I am to become a priest. A priest takes no mate.”
“You’re not a priest now, are you?”
“No.”
“Then you can...”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Are you a virgin?”
He hesitated for a moment, probably wondering if the translator had gotten the right equivalent in his language. It did, because he furrowed his brows and tilted his chin.
“Of course not. I’ve had mates. Not a soulmate, but temporary mates. Not since I decided to become a priest, though.”