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“Fine,” I said simply as I folded my hands over my chest.

Simon’s eyes turned into slits, and he walked around me.

“If I am going to stay here, you need to learn how to speak to me. This whole caveman talking won’t do.” I waved my hand in front of me.

Except in the bedroom. By all means, you can boss me there.

Oh, my gods, shut up, Slut Lucy.

“I need words, Simon. We need to have conversations. I can help you with that if you are willing. Then, we will talk and come to an arrangement. I am not yours to keep. You cannot keep a person.”

Simon came closer, like he was a predator. Could he be a predator? He was a faun! Then, those fangs, that resembled a vampire’s came into view when he smirked. He showed me his hand and sought permission before he pushed my hair back behind my ear.

“Lucy… like… meee.”

I swallowed. “Well, look at that. You said a whole sentence,” I whispered.

The backside of Simon’s claw ran down my cheek, tickling my skin. “Do not make fun,” he said utterly slowly. He was concentrating really hard; I could see how he was trying to move his tongue.

Yeah, you want that tongue moved somewhere else. Maybe between our legs?

Shut up, Slut Lucy.

“I s-smell you,” he growled in his throat. “You want me, too.”

He pressed his chest against mine, and I knew that his dick just slipped out of his fanny pack. It lay against my stomach, hot and twitching against me.

Abort, abort!

“Just because you smell me doesn’t mean I want you. Just because I’m wet doesn’t mean I’m ready.”

Simon’s eyes go wide. “-et?”

I reached up and pressed my fingers to his mouth. Moving his lips to help create the W sound. He watched my mouth and repeated.

“Wet,” he said. “Lucy is wet ‘or S-simon.”

I cleared my throat. “It is a natural response from a woman when she is around someone who is attractive. That does not give consent.”

Simon backed away, taking a long draw of the air between us. “I will mm-ake you want S-simon.”

I thought my ovaries had just exploded.

The stuttering, the lisp, they didn’t matter. He was dead serious. He was going to make me want him? Why was that hot?

Still, I held firm to the notion that I couldn’t be his mate. I just couldn’t handle the heartbreak if I really wasn’t.

Chapter Twelve

Simon

Mymatewasplayinghard to get.

I did not see that with Calliope when she found her mate. She threw herself at him and gave into him willingly.

I did not know what I needed to do to prove that she was mine. Did she not feel the same fire I felt when I touched her?

I knew her body wanted me. I could smell her more times than others. When I came closer to her, her aroma only grew. Her body trembled, and I felt pride rise within my chest when that sweet scent rose between her legs.

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