Page 43 of Simon

I repeated the process until I had gathered enough of the white fluff that would work as her bedding. I raced back toward Lucy, who was groaning in her sleep.

I let out a nervous bleat and fell to my knees.

“Lucy?” I brushed her hair from her face.

She didn’t wake, and I let my hands touch various parts of her body. She was warm and still wet.

I swallowed harshly, knowing what I was about to do. She would not like this. She thought being naked was improper, but I didn’t mind her naked.

This was for her health, which was most important. I took my claw and undid the string that held her dress together. The fabric fell easily off her body.

I groaned when her breasts fell free. I should not look; I should take care of her, but my body refused to listen.

“Simon,” she breathed, the sound barely audible above the rustling leaves, and my body froze.

I laid behind her in order to keep her warm. My arm reached around and cupped her breast. She eased back into me, and I felt my shaft erupting from my pouch.

“Lucy, mine.”

She wiggled against me and used my body to heat her own. She sighed, and my body filled with pride that she wanted me close.

I fondled her breasts, kneading them beneath my palm. “Mmm, Simon.” Her backside rubbed against me, and I let out a whine. As I took a deep inhale of her hair, I nuzzled deeper, taking my tongue and licking up the side of her neck.

Yes, she wanted me. This was okay.

She settled, her body knowing I was near, and she fell back into a deeper sleep. I was happy she was more comfortable with my touch and could sleep again. However, that gave me a problem I needed to take care of.

A sweet but sufferable problem.

My mate didn’t say another word, and I continued to peel the rest of the clothes off her body. If she had hair on her legs like mine, I would have begged her just to go naked. Unfortunately, she was raised as a human, and I knew my dreams to always see her naked would never come true.

But what if others saw her naked?

I let out a snarl and rubbed my head on her shoulder.

No, no one would see her naked but me.

Once I had the dress off her body, I laid it on a nearby branch. She stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently as I placed the fluffaround her body. My heart ached at the sight of her pale skin, goosebumps rising from the cold and the fever that threatened to take hold.

She nuzzled into the fabric, seeking solace even in her unconscious state.

Was it possible to be jealous of the fiber that kept her warm? My fur could do the same.

The nest where she now rested made her look like a goddess. I was nearly stunned with awe at how beautiful she was.

I had a mate.

My shaft fell out of my pouch when I saw her move her arm. One of her breasts was exposed, and my balls hung heavily inside my pouch with a need I must express.

She was sick. I had to find supplies, but my body yearned for hers, and I could not take care of her properly with my shaft blowing in the wind.

I cautiously moved backward, my hand tightly gripping a sturdy branch for support. As the breeze swept through the trees, I noticed how it caused the tip of her breast to stiffen, creating a tantalizing sight. The sight alone made my mouth water, craving the sensation of touching and tasting her once more. A deep groan escaped my lips as I instinctively wrapped my hand around my shaft, consumed by desire.

My seed leaked from the tip, and I rubbed my thumb over the bulbous head.

The gods would strike me down.

I gripped my shaft tightly, one hand at the base, the other rubbing the exposed form up and down. My mate had always been a sight to behold, but now she was something otherworldly, a vision of beauty laying limp and vulnerable in our makeshift nest. I couldn’t help but let out a deep, guttural growl as I stared at her. The desire to claim her as mine, to protect her from all harm, consumed me.

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