Chapter 6

Serena

Ifled to my room and threw myself on the bright yellow blanket. My head was in turmoil. Thoughts barely formed in my brain before another one forced its way in. I felt like the session, although short, had been as tiring as anything else I”d ever done. My brain was sluggish, but my body tingled with a feeling I didn”t understand. I needed a nap, but my body wouldn”t settle. I let my hand wander down and pulled my dress up and my panties out of the way. This would make me sleepy enough. My fingers found the small nub and began a slow, circular rhythm. Forest green eyes flashed into my mind. I pushed them away.

I”m not thinking about an orc.

The image of his eyes pushed back into my mind. The way he had looked at me. There was something about it that made my stomach flip. My whole body flooded with heat. I imagined him wrestling me to the ground in a mating fight and holding me there. My gods, it was the hottest fantasy I”d ever had. I gave in to it, my hand moving faster now. I ached with need as I imagined how he would feel pushing inside me. A moan escaped my lips, and my body arced with pleasure as an orgasm swept over me. I fell asleep almost instantly, finally free of the tension that I hadn”t realized I”d been holding since I met Orzesh.

The rest of the day, it was hard to focus on my other clients. My mind kept drifting off. Green biceps holding me down. All the aggressive fantasies that I had always pushed away because they seemed wrong somehow were now plaguing me, with an enormous battle-scarred orc as the star of the show.

This is ridiculous. You are a nice girl. Stop it.

In bed that night, I couldn”t help myself again. My fantasies raged, and I desperately used my fingers, wishing it was him. My mind roiled with images of him. By morning I was tired and angry with myself. I threw myself down in the therapists” lounge and tried to stretch out my tired body.

”Are you doing okay?”

Cerys was peering at me.

”Yeah, it”s just this orc. Stressing me out.”

”Have you made any headway at all?”

”More than I thought I would. But not enough.”

”Any idea why he keeps getting into fights all the time?”

”Nope. And he insulted how I smell. He”s a pain in the ass.”

Cerys snorted, and I stretched out again. There was something my mother had told me once. The best way to get over a crush was to get to know the person. Not the fantasy image of them you have in your head. Not with the excuses you make for a person you like. Just raw reality. Get to know them and take them as they are. It had always worked in the past. Most men turned out to be disappointing or judgmental. Really seeing all their flaws always took the shine off them. That was what I had to do here. And a part of me was curious why he had started getting into frequent fights after years of only occasional spats. My brain wouldn”t let that go. I had to get to the bottom of how he was behaving, then my mind could stop focusing on him. I could continue waiting for my mate. His words ran back through my mind.

I don”t smell like iron and blood.

I sniffed myself. No unpleasant smells. I”d put extra perfume on this morning anyway. Just in case.

”Well, looks like we have a fresh batch to worry about,” Cerys said.

She was looking out the window down to the prisoner entrance.

”We”ve barely gotten a handle on the last lot,” I moaned.

It was going to be a long week. But I was determined to squeeze in more time with Orzesh.