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She’s my mate, I can look.

These desires make me want to rut her into the soil.

Yet I wanted her to like me and trust me, so I could lick at her slit again.

I’d dreamt about the paradise between her legs for days, sinking my tongue deep and lapping up her arousal. Since she was so sickly, I kept my hands to myself after the first time I’d massaged her soft breasts.

That does not mean I did not release my seed all over the nest.

The herbs made her better;Imade her better. She acted like she was only in a deep sleep.

I hope to be rewarded for my dedication to her.

Because I wanted her.

“This is just fascinating! You can’t smell the roots above the ground. Not even until you’ve cut them. Except for you, of course.”

My chest swelled with pride.

I had given her my ax. Her tiny claws would not break the root. I knew many humans had shorter claws that did nothing to protect them. No wonder Calliope’s mate was always so protective.

In my previous form, I did not understand.

My thoughts and speech had grown more complicated since knowing my mate. The spell that made me who I was, has now made me grow. Or maybe it was her. She had helped me evolve. I was able to talk better with a little practice, whereas before it was very difficult to try.

“You can really smell it under all this dirt?” My mate rose from the hole. Her hands were covered in the red liquid. It looked like blood. No wonder she was so upset earlier, but the scent alone made her smell that much sweeter when it was on her skin.

“Yes, the scent is stronger when you break the root and it leaks,” I replied.

“Hmm, bleed might be a better word.” She tapped her finger on her mouth. It left a trail down her chin. She also had smudgeson her cheek. I licked my lips. Would she be angry if I just licked it clean?

“How do you prepare it?” She tilted her head and held onto the bundle she had in her hand. Her arm was soaked, her clothing even more so. When I washed her clothes earlier, it was difficult to get rid of the stain. I used most of my cleaning rocks to get rid of it.

Now, there was no hope for her clothing.

Good thing I made her some.

I smiled, excited that her clothes were ruined now.

“I wash the root in the stream. Most of these roots are only found near water.”

“Hmm.” She set the root down and looked down at her fingers. “Is it the root or the substance coming from it that tastes good? I know when we eat it, some of it is still left inside of it.” She held up her hand and licked between her fingers where the red liquid trickled down her wrist. I stared in awe, watching her while her tongue circled her finger until she stuck it into her mouth.

My shaft, whichhadcalmed down, poked outside of my pouch. The taste entranced her too much to take notice, and I wasn’t about to push my shaft back inside while she had not noticed. My body inched toward her to take in her scent along with the sweet treat.

I panted, towering over her. I felt like a predator for the first time in my life. I had always been the prey. People slaughtered my kind, and yet here I was, above her, watching her eat a delicious substance from her hand.

Did she know I was strong? Or did she find me weak, like one of those goats I used to be?

My throat felt dry while I watched her lick more juice off her finger. She picked up more of the root. “Mmm, it’s in the liquid and in the root. I think this tastes better than those desserts atthe palace—don’t tell Queen Clara that, though.” She giggled and closed her eyes.

My body vibrated at her innocence. She did not know how much I wanted to do to her. Was it the animal in me or the mate bond? My body wanted her, and in such a short time, I was ready to have her all to myself forever.

I inched toward her and slowly grabbed her wrist. Would she do that for me? Lick and suck my shaft while the moans left her lips?

Her eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion on her face. I licked the back of her hand, and she let out an audible gasp when I continued to lick that sweet, sticky substance from her wrist.

My fangs scraped against her skin, and she shivered as her eyes widened. I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or desire. Her breath came in soft, steady pants. My shaft inched further out of the pouch at the way her body responded to me.

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