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Simon mimicked my stance. “No!”

He came closer, though not touching me. Sick as it was, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to grab me, but he didn’t. His slightly furred lips tickled my ear, and he spoke the word that still took my breath away.

“Mine.”

We didn’t get much further after that. We both sat by the wall, just sitting and breathing. His faun sausage poking out of his pouch.

I didn’t dare look at him as I started to argue with him again. I spoke to the wall, not into his eyes.

Simon threw a faun-fit as we argued, and he stomped around the cave. I was worried about males of this realm; they were aggressive. The ogres and shifters were, but I had never seen them hit a woman.

Simon, he was visibly angry. I kept asking to leave, but instead he offered me food, and his enormous bed for me to rest, while he sat at the front of the cave on a mound of fresh hay to give me space.

He didn’t ask to sleep beside me, but I saw the longing look.

Why did I feel guilty?

Why was I being so difficult? Was it so hard to believe in a goddess and a fairy tale when I was already living in one?

I tried to remember any of the times my father had read fairy tales to me, but he never had. He was a single man, engrossed with his work, who just happened to have a daughter. He readresearch notes to put me to sleep because his voice was calm and soothing.

I lay against the pillow, drifting in and out of sleep throughout the night. Not for fear of Simon hurting me, but because of all the what-ifs. He was the first one who had made me feel—well, not broken. My body was awakened, but I was also leery.

What if I put my emotions into him, and he had a mate out there? His real one, not one who was ovulating?

I rolled my eyes when I saw the first light source appearing in the sky. Simon was already up and leaning over the cliff. He crouched down, one ear perked up, and then he took steps to back away.

This caught my interest immediately, and I got up to see why he was acting secretive. Voices from down below caught my attention, and I raced out of the cave.

Before I could scream, Simon whispered, “Lucy, touch,” and kept my mouth covered so I wouldn’t alert them.

“Lucy!” I heard Elmira’s voice shout out into the Wood. “Lucy!”

I struggled in his hold, but Simon kept me there with him, yet did not drag me back to the cave.

“We should split up; two groups. Each take an orc,” Dutton said from below. I stilled, hearing his voice. Other voices followed, and I realized that everyone from the group was safe.

I struggled again when I realized people were still looking for me, and I needed to get free. I grunted and pushed against Simon, but he was too strong. Everyone in this realm was too strong.

Slowly, he dragged me back to the cave when the voices vanished.

By the time I broke free, I knew it was useless to go back outside. They were gone, and I was left alone with Simon.

He panted, his chest rose and fell, but at least his junk wasn’t hanging out.

“You can’t keep me like this!” I flung my hands up in the air. “It’s kidnapping! You could go to jail for doing that where I am from. You can’t hold me against my will!”

“Lucy, mine!” He banged his chest.

My pussy fluttered at the tone of his voice, the ferocity and determination that he really thought I was his.

My brain had to win out, or I was going to jump his faun sausage.

At least I had an IUD.

Ugh, not helping yourself, Lucy.

Arguing against him would not work. I needed him to talk back. That was the only way to reason with him.

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