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Lucy wrung her hands together. “Ah, stuff. Just stuff we did, what happened. A description of what it looks like.”

I gave her a fanged smile. “And what does my cock look like, my mate?”

Lucy’s face turned a beautiful shade of red. I wanted to lick the apples of her cheeks. “Just that it’s big!”

I snorted and gazed down at the drawing. She had captured every detail, and that must have impressed her.

Except I am too large.

I flipped the notebook closed and jumped down from the limb. She scowled and ripped it out of my hands.

“This is private!” she snapped and held the book to her chest.

I walked closer to her, and she backed away from me until she hit a tree behind her. I put my hand beside her head, closing her in. Her scent surrounded me. Her body trembled, not out of fear, but… because she liked this. She liked it when I pushed her and played with her.

“Tell me, Lucy. Do you like my cock so much you had to draw it?” My nose flared, and I rubbed my face against her cheek. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”

Her arousal perfumed. I prayed to the goddess that the yellowcress root held, and that ogre didn’t come stomping around.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“S-simon, I—”

“Call me your mate.” I pressed myself against her. “Tell me.”

Lucy shook her head and held the notebook tighter around her chest. “I can’t say that.”

“Why?” I growled. “Have I not proven myself?”

Lucy’s mouth dropped. “N-no. I am just saying mates would be able to fit, wouldn’t they? You are just so big, and I… I… I don’t think we are compatible in that way. Your real mate—”

My cock fell out of its pouch, and I pressed it against her. “You think this is made for someone else?” I growled. “It only does this for you.” I gripped my shaft and held it tight. “Only you.”

Lucy swallowed and let out a slow, steady breath. “I just worry that… someone better is meant to be your mate. You don’t know how to claim a mate. As Sugha said, different species claim their mates in different ways. What if you are wrong about knowing I’m yours? I am not even sure how to tell if someone is my mate—I’m human.”

I wrapped my hand around her wrist and placed her hand on my chest. “Do you feel this? It beats for you. It wants you. Why can you not believe that? Don’t think like this.” I pulled the notebook out of her hand and threw it on the ground. “Think with this.” I placed my hand between her breasts.

I tried to hide my disappointment when she still did not call me her mate. I leaned forward and licked her from her shoulder to her cheek.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around me.

I prayed to the goddess that the witch we sought would help her see reason.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lucy

I’mtooattached.Fartoo attached.

I wanted to tell him he was my mate, but my mind wouldn’t let go of one important thing. I’d never connected with anyone; he was the first. If I had given in and told him he was mine, my whole heart would believe it. There would be no going back for me. I’d never connect with another person.

If this whole mate thing is true and not some biological response, I needed to know how I would feel it. How would Itruly know? I needed to talk to another human. What did they feel?

That was why I had tried not to touch Simon while we walked through the forest. I tried to take in the scenes around me, gather the information that I could, and keep my mind off of him. Of course, it led me back to drawing his dick in my notebook and he was damn proud of that.

Not to mention he was cute as hell but had a dominating streak I adored.

I wanted to give in so badly, and he nearly took me earlier. What was I thinking, trying to have sex with him? He was too big, and that meant only one thing.

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