Chapter Twelve
I wake up slowly while last night comes back to me in pieces. The dinner. The walk back through the birch trees. His hands. His tusks against my collarbone. His cock in my mouth and his cock driving into me.
I press my face into the pillow and let out a shriek of happiness.
Then I hear him.
Broven moves quietly on the other side of the room. I turn my head and watch him through half-closed eyes.
He’s already dressed, ready for the wedding. The tux he put on looks breathtaking on him. The black fabric contrasts beautifully with the green of his skin.
His back is to me and he’s pouring coffee. When he turns around, his expression says that seeing me wake up is exactly what he’s been waiting his entire life for.
“Morning, Daisy,” he says.
“Morning.”
My voice is rough with sleep. I push myself up and lean against the headboard.
He takes two mugs of coffee to the bed and kisses me slowly before handing me one.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“The wedding’s in an hour, if that’s what you want to know,” he says.
“An hour? Wow. I must’ve slept like a rock.”
He shrugs. “It’s understandable after last night.”
I blush at the memory of it. “Yeah, about that… I… Look, Broven, I hope you didn’t feel pressured into it. I know you said we had to be convincing, but you didn’t have sex with me because you thought you had to, right?”
My heart picks up the pace. I don’t want him to say it meant nothing to him. I’m slightly afraid of his answer, but not knowing is worse.
He sets his coffee mug down on the bedside table and catches my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Last night wasn’t an act, Daisy. There’s nothing fake or forced about the way I touched you. I hope you realize that. I wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
And then he dips his head down and kisses me. It’s so good that I pull him closer, but he shakes his head with a pained expression in his eyes.
“We should get ready, Daisy.”
I nod. He’s right. Part of me wants to say, screw this, not go, and just stay here with Broven all day. But I know I can’t do that.
I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready. After a shower and curling my hair, I take the deep green dress I brought out of its garment bag, and slip it on.
When I walk back out, Broven snaps his eyes to me.
“Green,” he says.
I look down at the dress. “Is that a problem?”
“No. My color suits you.”
His color.
I smile and start to feel all hot again. After yesterday, I can’t soak through another pair of panties, especially not during a wedding, so I grab my small clutch bag and head to the door.
“Ready?”
“If you are, I am too,” he says.
I nod. I’m definitely ready to walk to this wedding with a charming, huge, green orc on my arm.