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I was ready to crawl back into my tent and die. Maybe even see if I could orgasm once more before I kicked the bucket, because, heck, my body was on a roll right now.

Elmira grabbed my wrist and brought it to her nose.

“Elmira! What in the name of Charles Darwin are you doing?” I tried to pull my arm away, but she held it still.

“You have been scent-marked,” she growled. “Someone has marked you as theirs,” she snarled and turned back to the rest of the group.

I took my wrist back and smelled it. I didn’t smell anything particularly different about it. Maybe a hint of marigold, but I thought it was the soap. I sniffed my other wrist and smelled nothing.

I went back and forth, smelling between each wrist.

Huh, that was weird.

It smelled… nice. I continued to sniff, and I felt dampness between my thighs. My head perked up, and my breasts felt heavy, like they wanted to be held. Great! Now, I was thinking ofthemas sentient beings.

Yes, your pussy wants to be fucked.

Was I ovulating? I must be ovulating.

I needed to check my chart.

“Who scent-marked her?” Elmira growled out. “Was it you, Durz?!”

Durz stood from his log and crunched his iron cup in his hand. “How dare you, dog. I would never! She is not my miresa! I would never!”

Durz spat on the ground, his face red with anger. “I would never mark her without her permission! Monster, I am not!”

Sugha put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Easy, Durz. We don’t know who did it. It could have been anyone.”

Could it have been the guy in my dreams? Or was there someone that really came into my tent and shoved my fingers up my pussy to cover it up. My face paled.

They touched me so intimately and made me feel things I never thought possible. I felt a stirring in my body, right now when I thought about him, and my cheeks grew warm at the memory of his hands on me.

Maybe I was broken.

I liked creepy dudes that came into my tent!

I had to stop reading dark romance.

Elmira glared at everyone in the group, her eyes narrowing as she searched for the culprit. But no one seemed to confess to the act.

“Can’t you just sniff them?” I nudged her. I mean, it could be one of them, but I thought the man might have horns if my memory served me correctly.

Dutton crossed his arms. “You just don’t go around sniffing shifters. It isn’t polite. We aren’t dogs.” He glanced over at Durz. “You can smell me to check. I’m the only unmated male shifter here. I don’t mind proving my innocence. Everyone else has a mate.”

Elmira took in a whiff and shook her head. “I knew it wasn’t you, just had to be sure. For precaution,” she added.

Dutton winked at her and stepped back.

Their flirting was something else.

“What about you two?” Dutton jerked his head to the orcs. They came up to Elmira, just to placate her, too. I knew it wasn’t them; they wouldn’t have been able to fit in my tent.

They also didn’t have horns.

Hard, male horns that would feel good to rub up against my thighs—

Crap. I was in trouble. I sniffed my wrist again and then quickly pushed it to my side.

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