Half-Orc Boyfriend: Hemi (special preview)

He was used to the cold, so the weather in Obresh was warmer than he cared for. He would strut around half naked, often only wearing  a belt and loincloth, or just pants. His chest was always on full display, showing off the dark tattoos that covered his skin. They covered his back and wrapped around his chest. He said each one was a different chapter in a long story, and each chapter was extremely important. 

Despite the rocky start, our hunting trip turned out to be one of our most successful. We ended up bringing home one of the biggest bears I had ever seen in my life, quite possibly bigger than Hemi. We brought home two other bear as well, and another load of various other kills. 

We decided to celebrate, heading to the pub where we planned to stay all night, eating, drinking, and enjoying the bit of fortune we brought home. When we walked into the pub, I saw Ezig and his party was already there, Hemi included.

“Please, lets just enjoy our night,” Heldvig grabs my hand and yanks me towards a table. “Ignore them.”

Ezig gets up and follows us to our table. He has the biggest grin on his face. “I heard about your trip. That’s really amazing.”

I smile at bit at him. “And how was yours?”

Ezig’s smile brightens. “Amazing! You should see the load we ended up bringing back. Hemi decided we should focus on things like deer and elk, but we ended up with four bears!”

I bite my cheek to keep my scowl in check. “That is good.”

A pitcher of ale is brought to our table and I begin to drink right away. As the night wears on though, I am able to relax. After eating quite a bit, and drinking a lot more, I forget that whats his name is even in the same pub as me.

There is a crowd forming, and whoops and cheers ring out more than normal. I point towards it and frown. “What’s going on over there?”

Heldvig sniffs. “Don’t worry about it.”

I shake my hand at her. “No, no, what’s going on?”

“Hemi is arm wrestling again.” She takes a long drink of her beer. “Undefeated, and people are breaking their wrists trying to beat him.”

My eyes widen.

“Pix, fuck, no!” Heldvig grabs my arm. “Don’t go over there. I know you’re strong, everyone does. But do not go over!”

I pull myself away from her, taking the pitcher and finishing it off. “Have more food and ale brought to the table. I’ll be back.” I take my coins from the sale of my hunt and force my way into the crowd. I stomp through them, approaching the table where Hemi and some poor sucker have just finished their match. Hemi’s opponent is holding his arm, while Hemi takes the money from the table with a grin.

His eyes flick up to me, their deep dark brown is almost black in the dim light of the pub. He looks surprised at first, but his dumb expression soon gives way to a great big grin. He sits up in his chair and waves his hand.

His teeth pull at one of the gold hoops in his lip. “If it isn’t the lovely Pix. What brings you my way this evening?”

I throw my bag of coin down on the table and take a seat. I can feel his eyes on me, burning against my skin and leaving trails. His tongue flicks against one of the gold hoops as his dark eyes follow the line of my neck and go down.