17. Claire

CHAPTER 17

CLAIRE

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

M y heart is racing as I am completely exposed before Gromnyr and his men. The entire crew is watching me, naked, my stiff and sensitive nipples pressed against the cool, metallic surface of the table, my glistening ass raised up high in the air for all to see.

My face is completely flushed as I am watched by everyone . The orcs can't take their hungry eyes off me as Gromnyr shows me off like I'm his prize, his possession, his pet.

And I love it.

I never could have imagined this, but it's true. I love Gromnyr's touch, I love his growl, I love his gaze. Being in his presence just makes me feel so safe and cared for.

Gromnyr's rough hands keep moving across my bottom even as the ship rocks from left to right by an explosion. Alarms start to blare, and the orcs jump up and start shouting.

"Captain!" Someone calls out.

"I'm a little busy, Grull," Gromnyr says, his voice deep and husky as he slides one finger into my tight, puckered hole.

"But Captain, the Federation — they've found us! We're under attack!"

My heart jumps into my throat. My message . It reached the Federation! I didn't think it would. I expected us to be long gone by the time the Federation arrived at our coordinates. Their fleet must have been very close!

This is good, right? It means they might save. The Federation soldiers will… attack this ship. They will kill all the orcs. And save my life. That's… what any captured human would want. That's what I should want.

But why does that thought make my stomach hurt? Why does my chest suddenly feel so unbearably heavy?

"Federation scum. To your stations," Gromnyr growls loudly. "You know what to do!"

The orcs stand up and rush out, shouting and hollering. I stand up and turn around to face the pirate leader, but he doesn't move. He stays right where he is, his eyes focused on me.

"I'm sorry," I stammer. "I didn't know they were so close."

"The Federation is nothing. They pose no threat. Not to me, and not to you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I have been fighting them all my life, and I think I always will. They have fed your people nothing but lies, but I think you know that. You are smart, Claire. And loyal. Show me your loyalty. Show me that you're mine."

My heart races and a shiver runs down my spine. I love how deep his voice is, how powerful he is, how he commands this entire ship with a simple growl.

He unbuckles his belt and I suck in a breath.

All my life I've been told the orcs are evil and savage, but that's not what I've seen. They are proud warriors who are simply trying to survive in a hostile world.

Gromnyr's leather pants fall to the ground. He's hard and ready for me. This is it. I can deny him now, turn my back on him and choose the side of the Federation, or…

I scoot my butt onto the metal table. Gromnyr's smirk widens as I spread my legs for him.

I've made my choice.

"I'm yours," I say.

The orc takes a step forward. The thick head of his manhood pushes into my wet folds and my mouth falls open, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

He clasps my face into his hands and looks directly into my eyes as he takes me. The intensity of his gaze is intoxicating.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and pull him close, his tusks brushing against my skin. I want him, all of him, inside of me.

Gromnyr sinks into me, inch after inch, filling me whole. I close my eyes, moaning softly. It feels incredible. Everything about Gromnyr is incredible. His touch, his scent, his presence, his thickness, all of it makes me feel so damn good .

This is where I'm meant to be.

The pirate king pumps himself into me, his hips meeting mine, as explosions sound in the distance. There is shouting, and crying, and I hear the ship's engine protest as it chugs along, but none of that matters right now, because my orc warrior is claiming me.

Gromnyr buries himself all the way to the hilt inside of me and kisses me, his lips soft, his tusks strong. I'm lost in pleasure as I surrender myself to him. His hands are on me, squeezing me, massaging me, caressing me. I feel so safe in his grasp, even with the battle raging on all around us.

I meet his thrusts as we find our rhythm.

"You're mine, Claire," Gromnyr growls, his voice low and eep.

"I'm yours," I whisper back.

"Tell me again. Tell me you're mine.

"I'm yours!"

"Tell me you belong to me."

"I belong to you!"

"You're not going anywhere, Claire. You're mine. You will always be mine. Forever. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Gromnyr! Ohhh, I'm, ohhh…"

"Come for me, Claire. Come for me!"

My whole body tenses up as my orgasm hits me. My mind goes blank as I lose myself in a sea of pleasure. He made me come before, dozens of times over, but this one is different — because it's about more than bodily pleasure this time.

He means every word he says. He will protect me and cherish me — forever .

Nothing can make me happier. He's an incredible, wonderful, perfect man, and every second spent in his presence feels like a gift.

Gromnyr grabs my hair and kisses me deeply, his cock pulsing. With a loud roar he explodes inside of me, his thick, hot seed filling me. Both of us shudder and buck, clinging on to each other, riding out this intense moment in perfect harmony.

Afterwards, we both hold each other tightly, as I feel a trickle of sweat run down my back.

"You're mine," he repeats, running his hand across my back softly.

"I'm yours," I reply, and my heart swells.