Chapter 3
CAROL
Carol had never seen anything like Keenan.
He was a foot taller than her and twice as broad, and Carol was neither short nor slight.
His shoulder-length hair was thick and slightly curly, and his eyes sparkled with an intensity that she had never seen in a human face.
He had human-looking skin, not leathery like the orcs Carol knew, and Carol was dying to see how it felt under her fingers.
It was hard not to stare at his monstrous jaw, or resist reaching out to feel the muscular shoulder that strained beneath his fitted suit jacket.
Curved tusks jutted out above his expressive mouth and Carol found herself imagining how it would feel to have his sharp teeth drag over her skin.
He had huge hands and Carol wondered how true the hand and cock comparison actually was.
“So…my chair,” she said breathlessly, wishing she was brave enough to ask him if he’d be interested in sharing it. Was it strong enough to support them both? It was a sturdy chair, but he was huge, and she didn’t particularly want him to be gentle with her.
He made a tiny move towards her and Carol wasn’t sure what possessed her to reach up and grasp his tie.
He didn’t resist when she pulled him down and she brushed her mouth over his gingerly.
It was an electric shock when skin touched skin and they both scrambled apart. Keenan crashed back into her chair and the wall of the cubicle behind Carol rattled.
“What was that?” she demanded.
“I thought you said you weren’t magic,” Keenan exclaimed, touching his mouth.
“That wasn’t me!” Was it?
“Are you sure? I’ve kissed people before and they never did that.”
“I’ve kissed people,” Carol protested. But …not since the Becoming, actually. It had been years before that since her last boyfriend; she was usually slow to trust and happy enough to lean into her Crazy Cat Lady personality and satisfy her urges with a book and her bedside table friend.
Now she’d kissed a guy she just met, and she wanted to do a whole dirty lot more.
Keenan was still staring at her, backed up against her chair. “Do you want to try that again?”
“Really?” Carol let out the breath she was holding. “No regrets?”
“Regrets?” Keenan sounded shocked. “Fuck, that was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had and you are…well, look at you!”
Carol glanced down at herself, trying to resolve their brief brush with Keenan’s words and her own body’s hot reaction.
He wanted her? Carol tried to wrap her mind around the lust in his eyes. She knew that there were men who liked generously-built women but she’d never met one who looked at her like that.
Common sense suggested that Carol take it slow. They were in her place of work and had known each other all of a few moments. The fire in her body might be temporary.
In the end, that was her rationale, that she might not have a chance to climb a hot troll if she didn’t take it now, and the appetite she’d had for cookies earlier was nothing to the hunger she had now.
They crashed together in a second kiss that left the first one in ashes.
This time there was no denying the magical energy that swirled between them as they kissed. The cubicle lit up as Carol’s arms slid up around his neck and he bent to wrap her into his embrace.
It was like she was literally on fire, her skin crackling as she soaked up his sexual energy. He kissed and kissed her, his teeth scraping her eager tongue, her lips against his ivory tusks. He was musky and masculine and Carol could not get close enough to him.
“What is this?” she asked, when she finally pried herself away, both of them panting for breath.
“I think you’re a succubus,” Keenan said in wonder. “Look at you!”
Her skin was glowing, and as he stroked her arm with one of those big, gentle hands, Carol could feel the energy in her rising to a fever pitch. Little tendrils of light chased his touch.
She tamped down the overwhelming hunger and pulled back. “Am I making this happen?” she asked in dismay. “Am I controlling you? I don’t want to--”
Keenan caught her face effortlessly in his fingers.
“I’m controlling myself,” he growled at her.
“But barely. You may be feeding on our connection, but this attraction is entirely mine.” He leaned close, his breath a tickle on her face as he spoke.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, right here, say so now. ”
“I want--”
What did she want? To be taken spread-eagle on the cubicle floor with the distant sounds of an office party? To see if his cock compared with his handspan? To taste his toothy kisses again? Carol was still glowing, drinking in the intoxication of his hunger and her own. This was new ground for her.
“Office r-romance never w-works,” she stuttered.
“I’m freelance,” Keenan countered. “And fuck this job. They couldn’t even get me a decent chair. I had to steal one from some hot programmer…”