Savage by Robyn Wideman Page B

the thought of Kyra being so close was making him restless. Bazur shook his head to remove his more wicked thoughts and forced himself to try sleep.
    …
    Bazur woke when he felt a body in front of him. Kyra had snuck under his fur and was curled up in front of him. Groggy, still more sleep than awake, Bazur mumbled, “Wha…?”
    “Shhh, go back to sleep. I was cold, you can keep me warm.” Kyra wiggled herself in closer against Bazur.
    As Kyra wiggled her way into the little spoon position, Bazur briefly thought about the pile of furs he’d shown Kyra and how warm they were, but it did feel good to have her against him so instead of arguing with her questionable logic, he rested his arm on her hip and went back to sleep.
    When dawn broke and the first rays on the early morning sun started seeping into the cave, Bazur felt Kyra against him. She was now pressed even closer against him and the intimate contact was causing a stirring in him. Her shapely buttocks were pressed against his groin creating a tantalizing discomfort. Bazur shifted his hips back to create space between their bodies.
    Realizing he was awake, Kyra untangled herself from him and stood up.
    Bazur admired her body as she stretched. The soft morning light showed the outline of her body, from her pert breasts and taut stomach down to her slender yet firm legs.
    Kyra padded her way across the cave and retrieved her clothes. As she did she looked back to see Bazur’s gaze watching her. “Morning.”
    “Morning,” replied Bazur. “How is it that you ended up in my bed last night?”
    “I was cold and you are very warm. I slept much better in your bed.”
    “There were plenty more furs on the pile.” It would be better to at least pretend he hadn’t enjoyed her company. If Kyra though he could be led by his cock so easy, it would only make a hardship, that much more difficult. It was going to be a struggle because he couldn't deny he wanted her. No sense giving her a weapon she could use against him later.
    “It’s not the same. Besides, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to complain about. You didn’t put up much resistance last night, and I could feel you this morning. Your body certainly responded well to my presence.”
    Bazur knew she was correct. He could’ve pushed her away during the night, and he most definitely had a physical response to her. He wasn’t sure why she’d chosen to sleep next to him, the cave certainly wasn’t that cold. There had always been a degree of flirtation between them, but it had never developed into anything beyond playful banter. Was Kyra wanting more or was she punishing him for making her wait for his answer? Or was there no simple answer at all? Female orcs were so much easier to deal with, they told you exactly wanted they wanted without using tricks.
    “Are you going to get up? We need to get traveling. I’d like to get moving before it gets too hot out.”
    “We haven’t even discussed a fee.” Bazur shook his head, so much for maintaining a clear mind. He was already mentally preparing for Draisha.
    Kyra threw Bazur a small purse. “Two gold coins a day, one hundred gold coins more when we finish the job.”
    Bazur opened the purse. Inside were a dozen gold coins. The fee was fair, actually it was more than fair. He’d taken much more dangerous jobs for substantially less coin. The coin, combined with the opportunity to spend time with Kyra, was too much for Bazur to turn down. As much as he was wary of her seductive ways, he couldn’t help but want more. Perhaps he’d been alone too long, or it was simply special about Kyra. He couldn’t find a way to say no to her. “Okay. I’m in. Where are we heading? Draisha?”
    “Yes, but first we stop in Pera. There is a pair of loud mouth oafs there that were boasting that you were afraid to fight them. I bet them twenty silver apiece I’d have you there within three days. I bet another hundred silver that you’d beat them both at the same