Forged in Stardust

"G

oahead, try."

Itook the dagger from his hand. He couldn't be serious, could he? I had made these daggers myself. I knew how sharp they were. I reached my hand out for his forearm, feeling the suede soft skin under my fingertips, and lightly dragged the dagger across.

Alow chuckled rumbled his chest. "You will need to try harder than that, koroq-sa."

Hewas right, not even a slight mark marred his moss-green skin. I tried again, pressing harder, and then harder still, and still not a scratch.

"Seekoroq-sa, we orc are not so soft as the other people of this world." He gave me a cocky smile, his tusks gleaming in the forge's firelight.

"Why purchase so many daggers and swords if they are useless?"

Hissmile vanished. "Who said they were for fighting orcs?"

Iblinked. After my conversation with my sisters I assumed that his cohort was fighting with the one his had split from. But that's all it was, an assumption. Hell, who knew if he was even a part of those splintered tribes?I don't really know much about him at all… Perhaps father was right about providing them weapons…

AsI thought of all the things I didn't know about Viok and his people, I realized that my hand was still on his forearm, thumb absentmindedly tracing circles, feeling his strange texture. He seemed to notice what I focused on and the smile returned to his face.

"Feeling me out for weaknesses I assume?" His grin was all tusks as my cheeks turned red. I wouldn't let him have the upper hand again.

"PerhapsI am? Perhaps your skin is more vulnerable in… other places?" My boldness shocked her, but memories of the previous nights spurred me.

Ilifted the dagger again, gently tracing the tip up his arm now, then over the tight muscles of his chest, then down over the ridges of his abdomen. Lower, and then lower still towards that delicious V at the edge of his pants.

Inone swift motion, he had grabbed my wrist and twisted the dagger from my grasp, while pushing me back until my ass hit the workbench. It was strong and commanding, but he didn't cause any pain. He leaned in and the full size of him became very apparent. His chest was less than an inch from mine, his arms braced on either side, locking me in place. He leaned his head down so he could whisper in my ear, the warm air from his words caressing my neck. "It is not polite to tease, koroq-sa."

Myheart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. A fire was growing in my low belly, deeper than any heat from my forge. It saturating outward and completely obliterated any rational thoughts. "Who said I was teasing?"

Heleaned back. The look in his dark eyes stopped my breathing. It was the look of a predatory, with prey in his sights, waiting for the moment to pounce. He was completely still, waiting..waiting for me, I realized. To make the first move. Or the fatal mistake…I chuckled to myself. There would be no going back after this, no more games of flirting and sarcastic remarks. Whatever this was would be real, and have consequences. Damn the consequences.

Ireached my hands out, placing them on his chest. Despite his insistence orcs were not soft, there was no other way to describe his skin. The smooth, velvet sensation guide my fingers to trace his muscles again, feeling the ridges on his stomach. I tracing around his sides and a low moan vibrated through him. Still, he did not move.

Iran my hands down his back then pulled him close into me, pinning my body between him and my workbench. I was immediately greeted by a swelling hardness beneath his trousers and found this only made the fire in me burn hotter and lower between my thighs. I felt him hiss against my ear as I pressed my hips into him, and felt him throb.

Hishands slowly, agonizingly slowly, traced up my sides to the back of my neck where my work apron was hooked. He gently lifted it over my head, then moved his body back so that it could fall to the ground. His fingers traced along the edge of my lined blouse, their calloused texture excruciating as it met my bare skin. He pulled the top off of me, and the hot air of the forge caressed my skin. Sweat pooled in the curves of my breasts, caught in the bandage I used to secure them. Viok stepped back calmly, but his gaze was even darker now, nearly pitch black. Color rose to my cheeks as that gaze raked over my body slowly, from my face, to my breasts, to the place between my legs.

"So kind of you to wrap yourself as a present for me, koroq-sa." He grinned, and let his fingers trace the bottom curve of my breast, tugging on the wrappings. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself. In the firelight he looked every bit the snarling wolf closing in on his next meal. "ButI think there are other parts of you I would like to unwrap first." And then he pounced.