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This was going to be the guest house when we came to visit.

I rubbed my hand up and down the side of the mini bungalow; I mean thatchet. “Aw, forest, you are so sweet to Simon.” I rubbed my hand up and down the threaded vine walls.

Simon crossed his arms, his eyes wild with jealousy. “The trees undermine me. I can take care of you on my own. I have taken care of myself all these moons, had a safe haven in the cave and created you a nest.” He stomped his foot several times on the wooden floor and sauntered closer to me.

I smiled and stared up at him.

He acted like such a toddler sometimes.

His eyes grew dark, and he balled his hands up into fists by his side. “And fucked you the way you liked it.”

And now I’m wet.

“Why don’t you tell the tree that?” I hooked my thumb at the door frame. “If you wanna take care of me, just tell it.”

The tree groaned as though the wind had swayed it, but I very well knew it was the forest whining in protest. I leaned closer to put my ear to the wood.

“Uh, huh. Right, yes, I understand.” I pretended like I was listening to a secret.

Simon crept closer, his hooves hesitantly stopped in front of me. “Did it say something to you?”

“Yes, of course.” I rolled my eyes mockingly. “They are complaining that you are being ungrateful and…”

He leaned forward and placed his ear onto the wood, so we were nose to nose.

When he settled, I jumped forward and pecked him on the lips.

Simon’s eyes widened as he grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder, throwing me onto the mattress. I bounced several times, and Simon pinned both of my arms over my head and peppered kisses all over my face.

“You are a lying female.” His playful kisses turned into sensual ones and traveled down my jaw and on my neck.

I squirmed beneath him when he kept one hand on my wrists while the other traveled down my body to cup my breast. “I shouldn’t let you come.”

I gasped and shook my head. “Don’t be a meanie.”

“I’ve gotten you addicted, haven’t I?” He smirked. “Good., That was my plan all along.”

I gasped mockingly. “You’re so cheeky for a faun. Where was this outgoing personality of yours just a few hours ago?”

The realization must have dawned on him, and he sighed, his body collapsing on mine. He curled up, still holding onto my boob, and wrapped his entire body around me.

“Calliope is going to do something stupid tomorrow.”

I snorted and used my sharpened nails to scratch his back. He moaned delightedly as I groomed him with my nails and nuzzled my face into his hair.

“It’s a party. What is so wrong about parties?”

Simon nuzzled my top to the side, revealing my bare skin. As he palmed my naked breast, I could feel the warmth of his hand against me. Simon closed his eyes, intensifying the intimacy of the moment.

“You don’t know Calliope and the ways of the fae. You’ve spent most of your time with shifters. Fae are different, and Calliope’s upbringing was primarily among the fae. They like parties and even if this is supposed to be small, it will be wild. I remembered those.” Simon buried himself deeper into my chest until he was practically sucking at my breast.

Kitty whiskers.

I rubbed my legs together, trying to ease the ache.

“How did she even know we were coming?” I gripped Simon’s head tighter as he sucked.

“Orcs are quiet,” he mumbled. “I’m sure we were being spied on. I wasn’t paying attention because I was too busy staring at your backside for most of the journey.”

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