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His jawline was set and his eyes wild. Droplets of dark, green blood were spattered on his face. This was not Simon. Not at all.

We arrived back at Thorn and Ellie’s home in record time. Thorn was ready to meet us; he had his club and a more scornful look on his face than before. “Where is it?” He huffed. “Tell me now so I can destroy it.”

“It’s down,” I spoke quickly as I tried to cover my breasts. “It’s blind in one eye, wounded near the hot spring.”

Thorn nodded, his eyes narrowing as he shot a piercing glare at Simon. Thorn stood tall, he squared his shoulders, and tested the weight of his club in his hand. With a surge of determination, he launched himself forward. His footsteps echoed in the distance and his voice resonated through the air as he called out, the sound carried to us by the wind. “Her scent will be covered here, do not leave the confines of my territory.”

Simon gripped my body, anger raging through him. I didn’t know Simon could be so emotional like this. It was all a completely new side.

Another reminder that I barely knew him, but it was extremely hot at the same time.

He was protecting me in his own way.

Simon charged to the tent, not bothering to move the flaps away. He put me on the bed as gently as he could and huffed when he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my body.

His breath was heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His claws ran through his hair, sweat dripping at his temples.

Yup, I was pretty turned on.

Simon’s nose flared. He jerked his head toward me with a lustful glare. I shivered under his scrutiny when he narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

“Female, you could have been wounded, hurt. Why did you—”

“Simon, you aren’t acting right!”

Neither was his body. His cock was hanging out of his pouch… still!

“You are crazy and horny—crazy-horny—and going off and fighting an ogre that is three times your height. You need help to defeat that thing!”

Simon bared his teeth.

Yup, more turned on.

“And your body!” I waved my hand up and down his body and bulging cock. I meant muscles. “Something is wrong!”

I tapped my cheek, and my eyes widened in realization. Heat, well rut, for males. Goats go through a rut and can act absolutely insane.

Simon was going through his rut, and most likely, his first one.

“I will protect what is mine, and I will go back and destroy the threat.” He turned his back to me. “Stay in the tent. When I return, I will claim you in every way. I’ll bite every part of you and sink my cock in every hole until the bond takes place.”

Well, cover me in root juices.

When Simon turned, Ellie was standing on the other side of the tent. Her baby was on her hip, babbling and chewing on a dragon scale branch. Ellie pulled up a straw-like device to her mouth and blew. The tiny toothpick that flew out of it shot Simon in the chest.

Simon snarled and pulled out the toothpick. He nudged Ellie to the side so he could step past her, and just two seconds later, I heard a thump outside.

I raced to the tent flap and saw Simon lying face-first on the ground.

Oh, I hope he didn’t hurt his dick.That would be painful to bruise.

But wait. “What did you do to my mate?” I squealed at Ellie.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lucy

“Aw,youcalledhimyour mate!”

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