I watch as Yarek’s head comes flying from his shoulders as Tigor rips it off with his bare hands. Hothron falls back from the crowd outside. He’s surrounded as he steps back, coming closer to Tigor, Mol and Oran, who quickly move to stand by his side.
Thirty or more massive green bodies move into the small structure, blades glinting as they try to kill their former leader.
Then gunfire erupts.
The rebel orcs pull back, freezing at the sound of the automatic weapons, and a deadly silence falls over everything.
“Everyone out,” comes a growling orc voice from outside. “Any more killing, and we kill all of you. Understand?”
Mol is grinning, and I see the three Lakktra boys finally relax. Tigor turns to me.
“Not just us three now,” he says. “The rest of the clan followed our scent. Including all the next members. You cannot buy loyalty.” He laughs, but I can’t relax yet.
“Darrell,” I say. “Kent said he’s upstairs.”
ChapterEleven
Tigor
It’s been a week since my family was taken and Emmie is not entirely pleased that I will no longer let her out of my sight.
If she’s picking vegetables, I’m picking vegetables.
If I’m working on the house, she’s there somewhere I can see her.
This morning, she woke saying she wasn’t feeling well, but she won’t let me into the bathing room and I’m ready to break down the door.
“What are you doing? Are you sick?” I pound my fist on the flat wood, thinking maybe no doors in this house would be better.
“I’m just, Tigor, I think I’m…” She opens the door, her face pale and cool when I touch her forehead.
“You are bred. Yes, I’ve known since the morning of our mating.”
“But...”
I take her hand and lead her back to the bed as she crawls in and I grab her hair brush from the stump stand with the lantern and start to brush her hair.
“How did you know the morning of our mating? We didn’t mate until later.”
Oops.
“Well.” I take a deep rumbling breath, my pulse speeding because my mate is beautiful and kind and perfect, but she will call me on my shit when it’s necessary, as Raven would say. “Something happened when you were drunk on the mead and sleeping.”
She glares at me. “Did you fuck me in my sleep?”
“Yes.” Her mouth drops open and I pivot. “I mean, no, not that night. But, yes, I have fucked you in your sleep since, but that’s for another time. That night, my cock started its glow and well, I sort of pleasured myself all over your pussy then fingered it inside you.” I blurt it all out in a huff, hoping the speed of my confession will somehow lessen the punishment I know my wife is about to deliver.
She nods. Silent.
Silence is always bad.
Another nod.
“Well, don’t do that again.” She points at my nose. “But, I can’t stay mad at you because, yes, I have morning sickness but there’s something else…”
“What?”
She opens her robe and my mouth starts to water. Her tits are engorged, blue veins snake under her pale skin but there’s something better.