Orc Boyfriend Uram (special preview)

Uram glares down at you and then takes your horse to the stable, unlatching your wagon and leaving it outside. Once he comes back and sees you still standing there, he grabs you up and places you on his shoulder.

“Let me go!” You yell, kicking and punching him.

He pays you no mind, walking you through the front door he lays a sounding clap against your ass.

“Ow!” You yell. “What the fuck?”

Uram throws you down onto a sofa and glares at you. “Stupid girl,” his lip curls as he hisses at you. “I told you it was going to storm and what do you do?” He shakes his head. “Impudent.”

You scoff at him as you sit up. “If you didn’t say it like such an asshole, I might have believed you.”

“Fuck you,” he snarls and stomps off.

You glare after him, but the allure of the warm fireplace soon makes you relieved you’re no longer outside. You’ve never been inside Uram’s home before. So you had your own idea of what it could be. You always thought that, since it was carved into stone, everything inside would be rock hard and made from stone as well. A place that was only a little better than the outside.

Instead, everything looked comfortable and warm. It looked livable and as much as you hate it, inviting. The sofa you were on was extremely soft and there were blankets all over it. There were rugs on the ground, covering the stone floor. Above you there was a candelabra made from tusks and horns of various creatures.

You hear the stomping footsteps of Uram as he returns. You turn, looking at him as he places something on the table behind the sofa. 

“Eat something,” he snarls, tossing a warmed roll at you. 

You’re stunned and not quite sure what to do. The roll is more like a loaf of bread in your hands.

“How long were you out there?” Uram asks with a snarl.

You huff and look away as you try to deny your own hunger. “What does it matter?” You grumble.

“It matters if you’re stupid,” Uram grunts. “Honestly, I’ve never seen someone act as haughty and so full of shit as you.”

“I act haughty?” You balk at him and you stand up on the sofa. “How dare you say that to me when all you do is brag and boast all about town!”

Uram stands closer to the sofa and prods his finger out towards you. “I may brag but I have worked for everything I have. I have built everything from nothing unlike some little girls who waltz into success because of their father’s hard labor.”

You slap his hand away.

“I don’t treat people like I am above them, curling my lip and sneering down my nose at them even if they stand taller than me,” Uram growls.

Your eyes widen and you hold your jaw stiff as you look at him.

“Admit it, little furrier, you think you’re so much better than everyone else,” he shakes his head. “But really, you’re a spoiled little princess and you deserve more than the one slap on the ass I gave you.”

“You’d get off on that wouldn’t you?” You snap at him.

The grin that then crosses his face makes you press your mouth into a tight, nervous line. Uram zeroes in, coming close to you. “You have no idea what gets me off,” he whispers to you. “So don’t even try to start there.” He stabs a knife into the center of the table.