Page 40 of Simon

She swallowed. “Simon?” Her voice shook as I took my fingers, retracted my claws, and sunk them into her heat.

I gently caressed her most sensitive part, feeling the slick warmth of her arousal against my fingertips. With a possessive growl, I nipped her neck. As my heart pounded in my chest, the exhilarating sensation of owning her body consumed me.

I wanted my cock inside her, but as I delved deeper into her body, I quickly realized I would not fit her. I continued to push deeper, feeling my fingers slide smoothly inside her. Her body trembled beneath me as I slowly claimed it. Every inch of me was filled with a burning need to mark her, to make it clear to everyone that Lucy belonged to me.

Lucy’s arms wrapped around my neck, as my cock rubbed up against her leg. Our scents intertwined, and my hips went into the motion of my fingers, while my body pressed against her, feeling her warmth.

She cried out as my finger thrusts grew more reckless, fueled by my endless desire to give her pleasure. Her breasts bounced wildly as I moved, each motion bringing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Mine,” I growled into her neck as she screamed into my chest. My fangs itched to sink into her flesh, to leave a mark on her body. Her body sucked my fingers tightly until I fell onto her.

Lucy thrust her hands into my hair, taking long whiffs of my scent. My body trembled violently, but a low, comforting purr rumbled in my chest.

“How, what—” she began, but a deafening roar cut her off.

My ears perked up, but my body was still not over releasing so much seed. I put my fingers to my lips and motioned for her to stay quiet.

“Clothes,” I whispered. I did my best to shove my shaft back into my pouch, and I trotted to the mouth of the cave. The rain was not coming down heavily any longer, but now just a trickle.

“I smell it. Hu-man.” The deep crackling bass of a voice immediately made me snarl.

I ground my teeth in anger. It was the ogre, and he’d found us. He was at the base of the rock face and stared right up at me.

The yellowcress root could have washed away, and my mate’s arousal must have triggered the monster. I bared my teeth and ran back inside. The ogre was large, and he could climb up the side of the cliff if he used his feet to kick into the stone.

The dimly lit cave trembled violently, sending plumes of dust swirling through the air. Deafening cracks echoed as jagged rocks cascaded down, crashing against the cave floor.

This home was supposed to be safe. Now, it was no longer good enough.

Fueled by a surge of rage, I bent over and grabbed a small boulder. With a grunt, I heaved it skyward, the weight straining my muscles. The rock plummeted downwards, hurtling towards its target with a resounding thud. The ogre’s anguished cries echoed against the rock face. Enraged, the creature pounded its colossal fist against the rocky surface, creating thunderous booms.

“Come, we go.” I motioned for my mate to come with me. I grabbed my emergency satchel with water and food, and gripped her hand.

My mate pulled me back. Worry danced across her face. “How did he—”

“Our s-cent. We go.”

I felt my mate’s heart pound in her chest when we got outside. A large hand was already grabbing onto the side of the cliff.

“How can he—” I put my hand over her mouth and swooped her up in my arms. There wasn’t time to ask questions, but I knew my mate always had questions.

“Shh, keep you s-safe.”

“I don’t have on any underwear!” she hissed.

My smile widened, and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Of course that would make you happy.”

My mate squeezed my neck tight as I walked along the thin path where I’d taken her earlier to relieve herself. I trotted over to the side of the tall grasses and was met with a steeper, more difficult area to climb down.

But I would not tell her that.

"Simon, no," she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she clutched me desperately.

Hmm, my mate was very smart.

The rocks were wet. I was carrying extra weight, but the ogre would not wait.

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