Violet's father arranges a marriage for her, but she wants to be free of society's expectations of her. She runs to her best friend, the Orc stable hand, asking him to make her his.

Grant has loved Violet since he was young. When she offers herself to him, he cannot refuse, but he will do the right thing and marry her before he makes her his.

Will she regret losing her family name by marrying for freedom, or will they live happily ever after?

Excerpt:

We fell into the room laughing, our hands never straying far away from one another. I craved his touch and did not want to wait another moment to experience it.

"I have waited to feel your soft skin underneath my hands for so long, Violet," Grant groaned.

"Yes, naked, now," I moaned as I pulled at his shirt.

We tore off each other clothes, not caring what ripped and what remained whole. I needed him more than I needed my next breath, and it appeared that he felt the same. The moment I freed his massive length from its confinement, I wrapped my fingers around him, earning a strangled groan from my husband. My fingers didn't even meet, as his girth was far too impressive. It was a darker green than his skin, so much darker than my pale fingers surrounding it. Throbbing veins covered his length, making me want to explore every single one of them.

"Wait, Violet," Grant groaned. "Or I will spend in your hands."

"I am certain you can spend more than once in an evening," I said, more confident than I really was.

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Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between a human and an Orc.

Marrying the Orc is a 8,5k words, steamy, hot, erotic, Regency, short story. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers.

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