Talon is an orc who's worked hard to prove himself to his clan, friends, and companions; creating and maintaining an image of a perfect barbarian to make those he loves proud. But the image he’s worked so hard to maintain just might come crashing down when a run in with a villainous bard has him affected by their magic. And he’s forced into an unexpected heat.

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Content Warnings

Explicit sexual content, omega verse, biting/clawing, blood, slight breeding kink (no pregnancy), dubious consent, heat-driven consent, mention/threats of death, light themes of self-loathing

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A Look Inside The Book

He shouldn’t want this. 

And Talon knew he should fight it even as his hands rested upon the villain's shoulders, the leverage used to lower himself onto their cock while quieted gasps carried in the night air. But there was no room for shouldn’t or couldn’t when lost in this feeling of soft fur that caressed his broad chest, their sounds of pleasure hot and heavy against his nape. 

His grasp on composure had already begun to slip; and fast, gasping and groaning as Mavros used unexpected strength to bounce him in their lap. 

“You’re so tight,” they groaned, louder when Talon's small blunt tucks grazed their bottom lip. Instinct crept in; to lay claim to the person beneath him. 

His fucking toy. His cock to use.

 His alpha to have when he needed to be fucked and knotted.