Khell'ar bellowed into the top of my head, his tusks scratching, catching strands of my hair and tugging lightly. My heartbeat was an uneven roar in my own ears as he sagged on top of me, until I realized it was his pulse chorusing with mine.

Khell snarled, and then his hands loosened, soothing down my arms to wrap around my back before he rolled us on the mattress. He held me fastened to his hips and tucked my head gently against his chest. I was his ragdoll, fucked and filled and then nestled close.

And I loved it.

"You're going to hunt me tomorrow?" I asked, my breath catching. I wanted to climb up his chest and quiz him for details.

In the basement? Or out in the woods like I'd described to the agent on the phone?

I tried to lift my head to find his gaze, but he guided it back down immediately, his chest pillowy under my cheek.

"Sleep, petal," he said.

"You can't just fuck the air out of a girl, tell her you're going to hunt her, and then put her back to bed," I muttered.

Khell was quiet for a moment, and then he started to shake beneath me. "I can."

"Beast."

I was bent backwards, twisted, Khell careful to keep his promise of plugging me while maneuvering us on the bed so his face loomed over mine, eyes fire bright.

"Your beast," he growled.

It was like he'd put all his weight right back on top of me, double even. I couldn't breathe and didn't care either way. The words were a lie, but I wanted them to be true. Not for the five days I'd hired him, but—

This is just a fantasy, this is just a fantasy, I chanted in my head.

"And I do as I please with my pet, yes?" he asked, reaching between us to twist one nipple, then sliding his hand down to where we were joined, tracing my tender sex with the tip of a claw.

"Yes," I breathed out.

He was mine for five days, a little less than three more. And I was his. 

The claw burrowed against his cock to tuck slightly inside of me, and the room had just enough light from the night for me to see the sharp grin he wore as I whimpered.

* * *

"You're enjoying this," I grumbled, catching Khell'ar's gaze fixed to my bare ass as I bent and stretched my arms down to my toes.

"Of course," he said with a shrug, lounging on the blue velvet couch as he directed my stretches. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he added, "It's my right. Squeeze."

I pretended my face was flushed hot from being upside down as I clenched my sex, and there was a slip of my orc's release oozing warmly out of me. Khell'ar growled in approval, and his tongue swiped over his lips.

"On your knees."