"Good enthusiasm for fucking," Lenata said, shrugging and then hesitating. "Usually orcs like someone tall."

"And strong," Eck'am added with a wince. "Good for wrestling in bed."

I nodded, smiling brightly. "I'm not very strong or tall."

"How fast can you climb a tree?" Lenata asked.

"I can't climb a tree at all," I said, my grin growing.

"I'm sure you have other nice qualities," Eck'am said, reaching out to slap my arm again.

"Maybe," I said, laughing and finding Khell in the crowd again. "Excuse me."

Lenata hissed in Eck'am's ear as I left them, probably remarking on what a strange human I was, but that was fine. I wove through the crowd, waved at where Theo and Rafe were watching Natalie and Khell's match, and then found my orc. I wrapped my arms around Khell's waist and pressed my cheek to his broad back, just as he shot another dart at the target.

"Arghh!" Khell growled, a bright clack of the dart going wild and hitting the wall.

"HA HA!" Natalie screeched. "I win, you massive log!"

Khell turned, and I stepped closer as he glared down at me. "Petal," he snarled, but his hands helped themselves to possessively cupping my ass.

"I'm not orc bait," I said, snuggling myself as close to him as I could.

Khell blinked. "What?"

"I'm not orc bait. I'm not tall and I'm not strong and I can't climb a tree," I said. I was enthusiastic about fucking, but Khell knew that already.

Khell's brow furrowed, face twisted comically in confusion.

I rose to my tiptoes, which was still several inches shy of reaching my orc's lips, and wiggled provocatively against his groin. "I'm Khell bait."

His confusion melted away into warm humor, and he chuckled and squeezed my ass roughly as he ducked his head to kiss me. "That you are, petal."

I let him lick and kiss my mouth for a moment before pulling away and smiling up at him. "Take me home, mate."

* * *

"Sunny!" Khell's voice was rough, gasping. His fingers were tangled in my hair, his groan of pleasure vibrating all the way down to his cock where it was stuffed in my mouth. I moaned around his length and Khell growled, pulling roughly on my hair, warning me.

I flexed my throat, now well-practiced at taking Khell's cock, and licked my tongue against the pumping stroke of his stav.

"Fuck! Mate," Khell snarled, his hips bucking just slightly, the thick spurt of his cum coating my throat, hot and slippery and soothing.

His back was pressed to the front door, feet splayed wide to fit me between. I bobbed my head on his length, and he rocked with my sucking until the tip of my tongue was playing at the slit of his cockhead.

"Enough," he growled, tugging on my strands.

I leaned back with a gasp, licking my lip and gazing up at the bright stare in the dark above me.

"Wicked little petal," Khell murmured.