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“Please!” It was a cry of desperation. “Simon, touch me.”

He didn’t laugh to mock me or make me feel bad, instead, his head traveled lower. His licks became swirls of delight when he reached my navel and finally between my legs.

He pushed my legs open wide, and knowing this was a dream, I didn’t even care. “Please lick me down there.”

My boldness shocked me, but in this dream, I could do what I wanted, right? I mean, I didn’t go to bed naked.

This was a dream.

He took in a long draw of my scent, and his nose moved back and forth, inhaling my arousal deep into his lungs. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my most intimate part as he prepared to take me in.

And with that promise, he parted my lips with his fingers, revealing the secret depths of me. He lowered his head, and I felt the gentle pressure of his mouth against me. The sensation was electric and had me relaxing into his mouth.

His tongue made slow, deliberate strokes, tasting every inch. He was thorough and precise, exploring every hidden crevice. As he went deeper, I felt an intense heat building within me, a desire so strong it was almost painful.

His hands cupped my hips, drawing me closer to his face. “Mmm,” he hummed, his claws sinking into me.

I arched my back, pushing myself ever closer. My breath came in short pants as he sunk his long tongue deep inside me.

I whined, “Please, suck. Suck on it, please.”

A guttural growl tore from his throat, his body stiffening and contorting into a tense, animalistic form. Snarling, he sucked in a breath and then began kneading my hips with a determined touch.

I cried out, feeling my orgasm hit me. It was impossibly stronger than two nights ago. This was euphoric and earth-shattering. I thought I had gone to the heavens and now was crashing back down to the soil.

I wanted more; I wanted to feel his—

“Lucy okay?” his voice came from a distance, but he was right there. “Lucy, are you okay?”

A warm hand wrapped around my arm, and I jolted, leaving this dream-like state behind and waking up in a dark cave. A lantern shone on the table, and Simon’s face was only half-lit.

His face was wild, his eyes dark, and he was breathing incredibly hard as if he had run a mile. Simon hovered over me and lifted his hand from my arm. “Lucy, touch?” he questioned, and all I did was stare back at him.

I could feel his erection on the side of my hip. It was hot, and when I stared down, it was leaking precum, which glistened with the lantern’s light.

My heart was in my throat, but the haze of the orgasm I just had in my dream was making me bold. I was still horny, and Simon was hovering over me like he was going to eat me.

I lifted my hands from my dress, the fabric clinging slightly to my thighs, which I had hiked up beneath the covers. My fingers were wet—no, soaked—and I realized he wasn’t the one touching me in my dream; it was just me.

I stared into his wild eyes and traced his erection with my wet fingers, feeling the heat radiating from it. My voice, rough and husky from disuse, barely sounded out the words, “Simon, touch.”

He seemed to hold his breath, while his eyes locked on mine as if searching for permission. Finally, he nodded slightly, his breath hitching. One hand gripped my hip, and the other pushed the dress away.

His lip turned into a snarl as he gently used his claws to pull down my white cotton underwear.

“My mate smells pretty.”

Chapter Fourteen

Simon

Ithoughtmymatewasin distress when I heard her muffled cries on the bed.

I watched her blanket slowly slide away from her trembling body, revealing a glimpse of her vulnerability. The air filled heavily with her unique scent, which soon enveloped the cave.

Of course, my shaft was awake!

My mate’s cries echoed through the cave, mingling with the low, haunting moans that had also escaped her lips. Her handtraveled down the curves of her body, delicately exploring beneath the fabric that concealed her slick.

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