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“Ah, and Simon. Fated mates are made for each other. Do not let her be afraid of you entering her. Give her a bit of stretch, make her come—”

“Staaaahp!” I bleated out. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m trying to help. As I watched from the foliage, it seemed your mate was dominating you. Females like dominance too, or so I’ve read.”

I huffed. “She enjoyed doing things to me. I will let her do what she wants.”

“Hmm, I guess it could go both ways, then.” Sugha turned his back and walked back into the brush. “Give her a good release, for me, when you shove your cock inside her!”

I roared and stomped my feet several times toward him.

He chuckled until I no longer heard his footsteps stomping away from us.

That orc is strange.

Chapter Twenty

Lucy

Holyfreakingdinonuggets.

My eyes were still closed, but I felt every bit of Simon’s skin around me. We’d been walking awhile, from my guess, because my face was plastered to his chest, and he had got a good steady rhythm walking through the wood.

He was moving fast, but he was hardly out of breath.

Dang, I needed to work out.

But what the heck was wrong with me? I felt so drunk. I’d only drunk once in my life, on my twenty-first birthday, alone in mytent. I was determined to know what it was like to have a drink, and I stole my father’s whisky.

I didn’t have a lot of friends sure, but Father gave me a great birthday. We celebrated with the small community we were staying with. Peru was a beautiful area, but I was determined to have at least a bit of alcohol.

The whisky was so foul. I kept thinking it would taste better after every sip, but that wasn’t the case. I got drunk because it was my first time, and had a huge hangover the next day. The llamas were not kind, and I heard them screaming while they were being sheared that following morning.

Never again.

Simon’s bite, though? I have no hangover. Instead, I feel remnants of the buzz from the night before.

It was a drug I could get used to.

I wondered if I could just ask Simon to bite me each night before bed. He could also work that nice tongue of his and get me off. Maybe even impale me on his cock a few times.

Oh, I hope we do that next.

I wiggled in Simon’s hold, and he paused his steps. I stared up at him, and he stared right back. His head tilted to the side, and his ears did that cute whirl thing.

Was he waiting for me to speak?

“Em, hey.” I wiggled my fingers toward him like an idiot.

His nostrils flared, and I squeezed my thighs together.

Just looking at him made my hormones go crazy. I think that bite might have made me crave him more because all these physical responses were insane. I’d never read or heard anything like this. Perhaps our bodies were just chemically attuned to one another.

That orgasm earlier was just mind-blowing. They kept getting better and better. If all my orgasms were like that, he could bite me all he wanted. Orgasmic biting, yes please!

I giggled.

“Lucy, are you alright?” Simon asked hesitantly while he lowered us to the ground to sit. “Are you feeling better?”

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