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Yet, Simon, why did I feel more attracted to him than anyone I had come into contact with? That same question echoed in my head time and time again, but then that word registered again…

Mine.

He said I was his. The one word that was spoken often in this realm. It was when a mate claimed another, and this faun just told me I was his. He claimed me. Words that were not taken lightly around here.

Surely not. He must be mistaken. Yet, if Simon knew the words of the realm, then he knew what they meant.

He’d claimed me!

Me!

I drew a deep breath, calming my nerves. He could speak that word so well, the way he drew it out. It had a hint of a growl in it, a bleat at the beginning, but he said it.

The idea that soulmates were real, that a goddess paired couples together based on their souls, was a sweet notion but one that couldn’t possibly be true. It had to be on body type or smell, or favorability to procreate. He wasn’t claiming me because I was his soul mate.

Was he?

I wanted to believe it; the sweet, fictional satisfaction of someone claiming me, taking me, and making me theirs, but this would be by far the weirdest pairing, if I had ever seen one.

Human and orc, sure, okay, that worked. I haven’t seen those couples in person yet. The idea was scary. The size difference, the personalities… there were big differences there.

A faun, the only faun that I had seen as yet, thought I was his mate?

Maybe he was mimicking what he had seen?

My pussy was crying at the thought that he wanted me because I was destined to be his.

Ovulating! I was ovulating, and that was what he’d smelled. I was in the middle of my cycle. He had heightened senses. He could tell my body was primed for birthing a child.

I knew it! It wasn’t a soul thing; it was just… he was horny.

I was, too. In fact, I don’t remember my body getting this hot over anyone staring at me like he did.

Desire swam in his eyes, dilated pupils, panting, grunting, a slight whine in his voice, the whole nine yards. That fanny pack wasn’t hiding much. I was worrieditwas going to pop out at any moment, and yup, there it went.

Please don’t wink at me.

Simon didn’t move, letting it hang out of his front pocket. It was really… wide. Great, I was running out of adjectives. Girthy, yes, that was the word I was looking for.

Simon stepped closer to me, making my heart rate increase. My heart was going to flutter out of my chest at this rate. I continued to walk backwards until I hit the cave wall, and his hand landed on the wall at the side of my head.

He had the ‘male lean’ and had never even read a book in his life, I was sure. His breath was warm when he placed his nose closer to my neck. I turned my head so as not to breathe in his scent, which smelled too much like home to me. A home I’d never been to but wanted it to be.

He took light sniffs along my neck, barely touching the skin. My body prickled with goosebumps. “Lucy, touch,” he said, then dropped his tongue out of his mouth and licked a spot on my shoulder.

My knees buckled, and I slid to the floor.

I was grinning wildly, and my hands slapped my cheeks. I couldn’t believe he just did that.

Did he not know how incredibly sexy that was, what he just did?

I cleared my throat and went to stand. He tried to help me, but I pushed his hands so they stayed at the sides of his body and narrowed my eyes.

He only wanted me because my body was in its prime, not because he thought I was his mate.

I couldn’t be anyone’s mate. I was weird, not of this realm, and very much not cut out to take the enormous penis jutting out, staring at me like a one-eyed monster.

“Simon,” my voice grew stern. “I am not yours.” I put my hands on my hips. “I am a human and not of this realm. I cannot be your mate. You need to take me back to my camp so I can make sure everyone is okay.”

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