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Since transforming into this creature, my hearing had increased tenfold. The once-dull sounds now reverberated through my ears, sharpening my senses. With my elongated earsdrooping low beside my face, I twitched them several times, ensuring that I could catch even the faintest of whispers behind me.

I went straight toward her tent, her smell permeating the air. The light was dim inside when I got to the entrance, and I folded back the fabric to make sure that she was indeed asleep. She was, her notebook on her chest, her head propped up on several pillows, working late into the night.

I stepped inside and blew out the light. I didn’t need anyone outside to see my silhouette. After a moment, my eyes adjusted, and my body began to shake as I drew closer to her.

I couldn’t believe I was here. I was so close to what was mine, who was going to be mine.

I would protect her and keep her safe. Just like the orcs do with their mates.

My hands trembled as I cautiously approached. I kneeled silently beside her bed, as she lay there, oblivious to the lurking danger. A surge of anger coursed through me, as the weight of responsibility settled upon me. Sugha, unaware of the impending threat, had failed to safeguard her or the rest of the group. The ease with which I had infiltrated the camp filled me with a mix of frustration and anger.

Maybe I was just too good.

I huffed at that thought. I wasn’t that good.

I leaned over her, getting more of her in my sight. It was hard not to touch. My instincts were going wild, telling me to take her while she slept. I should take her to my home, where she would be safe. I could not do that, however. Not when she looked happy with these people.

I didn’t know if she would like me. She may find me more like a monster.

I knelt beside her for a long while until my patience ran out. I picked up her arm and held her wrist to my nose. I took a longpull of her scent and sighed, poking my tongue from my lips and taking a tentative lick.

I groaned.

She tasted sweet.

Better than any grass or hay I’d ever tasted.

I delicately grasped her wrist. A sigh escaped me, at enjoying the softness of her soft skin. I pulled her wrist behind my ear and felt the coolness of her skin against my fingertips.

While I have hidden my scent from the Wood, there was one place I could release my scent just enough where I could still keep myself safe and place it on my female.

With a gentle motion, I nuzzled her wrist behind my ear, careful not to disturb her slumber. Slowly, I pulled it away. I brought her delicate wrist closer to me and savored the harmonious blend of our scents.

Mmm, I enjoyed my scent on her.

Chapter Six

Lucy

Ifeltthewarmthofhis breath caressing my exposed breasts, sending tingles down my spine. His hands held onto my hips with a firm grip, as my body arched in response. The anticipation heightened, craving to experience the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive nipples and the gentle brush of his teeth against their peaks. That desire, the one everyone spoke of, the one I had devoured in books for so long, the urge to finally let my body take over, was there.

His warm breath cascaded down the gentle slope between my breasts, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of warm saliva in its wake. As it descended further, it cooled against my delicate navel, sending another shiver of desire coursing through my body. With deliberate tenderness, his hand traced a path upward, exploring every curve, until they found their place, firmly cupping my breast. The touch was electrifying, heightened by the sharpness of his nails.

His nails were sharp, sharper than I ever thought a man would have. I felt it when he gripped my breast firmly, nearly piercing the skin. Surprisingly, the hint of pain ignited a primal response within me, intensifying the growing ache between my thighs. My senses were heightened. My pussy was wet and aching, and my clit begged to be touched. I could feel my heart beating erratically in my chest.

If I prayed to some deity, I’d be screaming their name now, thanking them for finally feeling desire and lust. I’ve craved it but never had the motivation? The want? The need?

I whimpered when their mouth connected to my nipple, sucking, licking, and flicking their rough tongue against it. Instead of feeling warmth, fire erupted in my belly and went straight to my core. My legs rubbed against each other, trying to get friction.

I panted, needing more, but I couldn’t express what.

In my previous experiences, I had engaged in solitary play. However, this encounter was distinctively different. It felt like a collision of fire and ice, engulfing my entire being. The air was thick with steam, rising from my body and creating an even more enjoyable experience.

A low growl came from the being’s throat. My head automatically turned, baring my neck. I surrendered completely to this man—creature. It had to be a creature. From my studiesof this realm, this was how females bared their necks for their males to bite or claim them.

I had secretly wanted it to happen to me.

It was such a turn-on, to give up, to submit. Eventually, males did the same for the females, but why did I love it so much?

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