Page 16 of Finding Her Luck
"Yes. This hunting party. Meet war band."
"War band? Are you at war?"
He huffed. "Orki are war."
"Will there be humans? Will there be female Orki? I've never seen girl Orki."
He paused again. She felt his chin over her head. His warm breath. "Yes, female Orki."
"Do you have your own female Orki?" Was she to be a servant to his wife while forced to take care of his male needs like her
Nanny's first husband had done to their serving girls?
"Yes. Urku-ri female."
"What is her name? Will I meet her?"
"Name Corrin."
Corrin frowned. "I’m not an Orki."
"Corrin redress. Corrin Urku-ri female. Corrin Orki."
"You are Urku-ri? Is that your name? I'm not Orki. I'm not your female."
His hand gripped her hair at her neck, pulled her head back. Met her eyes. The pale blue right in front of her. She wished all she saw and felt was the gaze of a monster, sizing her up for its next meal. Instead, filled with inflexible determination, those eyes attempted to dig a place into her soul, to see her true self, while boldly revealing his own.
He wanted her. He would have her.
She said nothing after that.
*
They settled at dawn in a shallow indent under a rocky overhang. Corrin was very glad it wasn't raining. Surrounded by massive trees and boulders, it was an almost-cave with a wall on one side that protected them somewhat from enemies and light of day. Because it wasn't enclosed, Corrin noticed that the Orki were more watchful, but the whole process of settling in was the same.
He gave her food, water, made her drink that milky yuck, then offered to take her to make her waste. There were no extra provisions, no sticky cake, and no extra furs. She was awake this time when Urku-ri pulled her onto the heated plane of his chest. Still stressed, body sore and butt aching, it was nothing like the last time she had been in this position, and she couldn't sleep. Her middle heated and Urku-ri purred for her, but she only grew more restless. Only when he added combing through her hair to his attempts to soothe her did her body give in, and she found her rest.
That blasted woman woke her.
It was because, of course, Corrin had no luck. These kinds of things always happened to her. Awkward things. Inconvenient.
Ridiculous.
The sun was high, peeking through the trees, heating the air. Half of the Orki males were awake, three sitting playing dice, and three moving through the rocks. The other six, she guessed, were supposed to be taking their turn at sleep. Except for one and the human woman. This time, they were bedded down across from them. When Corrin opened her eyes, she saw a naked woman on her elbows, her back bowed, her yellow gold head and bottom raised high, an Orki pumping his hips behind her while she cried out, "Yes," repeatedly. It was the woman who had opened the door to the meeting house.
The other men of the hunting party were always moving, riding or busy; she hadn't noticed anything more than their general appearance of various shades of hairless, gray, muscular bodies. This male, while still big, didn't seem as big as Urkuri. His shape was streamlined and light in comparison, chest, shoulder, thigh muscles less pronounced. Though still powerful. The Orki made all the human men Corrin had ever known look like skinny, underfed boys. His ears, like triangles, flicked back flat against his head, were also smaller than Urku-ri's. Moving himself in and out of the woman in an effortless glide, Corrin could see the shine of wetness on his cock. His movement making the woman's round bottom jiggle with the force of each thrust. One hand held her hip, the other had the rope of a braid twisted around his fist.
What they were doing was raw and primal. Every graphic description of the messy, embarrassing race to pleasure that her grandmother had described to her.
She closed her eyes and turned away, but it was too late. Much too late. A flood of want leaked from the slit between her thighs, her heart beating quick in her chest as the restless itch became demanding hunger. Empty. Empty inside. That male's cock was big and thick, filling the blonde who loved every moment of the filling.
"Corrin, not for you." Urku-Ri rasped. His purr deepening into a low growl. The sound turned up the vibration of his body and hit her hard. Doubling up her need. Turning on his side away from the other couple, he brought his legs up and arm down, curling around her. "Orki no watch unless invited."
Whimpering into her fist, Corrin wanted to disappear away from the hungry, desperate shame of it. By the moons. What was wrong with her?
A masculine hand made its way under her coverings to the place that pulsed to the tune of another woman's cries. Musk and heat filled up all her senses. Her rational, fighting brain told her to lock her legs together and jump away in outrage. Instead, the instant the Orki fingered through her hidden curls, her thighs opened, the upper leg lifting to lay over one of his.
"I'm sick, something's wrong with me," she moaned in a stilted whisper. Her hips lifted up, an invitation to touch and explore, her head pushing back in a feline arch she couldn't stop.
