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How the heck did he know? Was he?

Rune winked at me.

“Old warlocks know a thing or two.”

Father sighed. “I didn’t know I had such a thing for older men.”

I guess I had a thing for older fauns too.

Rune slapped his hand on his thigh. “Where is the faun, anyway? Two unbonded creatures being away from each other this long, especially an animalistic one, would drive them crazy.”

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my hands down my face. “Yes, there is a story to that. I best tell you, it’s quite a long one. Father, you might want to cover your ears for part of it.”

Rune chuckled and played with my father’s hair. “Yes, then afterward, I suppose I must meet the rest of the shifters outside. They know of my presence, and they have surrounded the tent but haven’t entered. I’m glad to see they have some common sense.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Simon

Thetreesfoldedawayfrom me, enabling me more speed. I reached our tree, where I’d first tended her before, much quicker than the half day it should have.

Lucy had wrapped her arms around my neck. She no longer struggled. Instead, her slick coated my arm and it took every ounce of restraint to keep running and not stop to lick between her legs for a snack.

“How did we get to this part of the forest so fast? Lucy asked as her head swung around trying to gather her surroundings. Thetrees moved in such a way that they didn’t bump into her head. I was grateful because she was not being graceful in the slightest. I had tripped several times myself in the excitement, and after the second time of almost falling, the roots had moved on their own for me.

I would not stop to find out why we appeared here so quickly. My cock was throbbing, and my seed was leaking all over the wood. I was no better than an orc.

Those green, misshapen monsters.

“Simon, slow down, or you will be tired before we get there.”

I huffed and let out a bleat. My face heated, and I grunted to sound more male.

“Don’t be shy,” she said and caressed my face as I slowed down. “I like it when you make those animal noises. It gets me turned on.”

I swallowed and stopped at the base of our tree. I could see the fluff at the top. I hoped no animal had made rest there, otherwise there would be blood to spill.

Lucy wrapped her arms tightly around me, her fingers digging into my back, as we prepared to leap from branch to branch. The air was filled with the sound of leaves rustling from our movements, blending with the distant chirping of birds. I could feel Lucy’s soft skirt brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

She was warm, so very warm.

I grabbed some of the plumpness of her flesh and held on, using the other hand to balance myself. She hummed, licking the juncture between my shoulder and the column of my neck.

She would be my undoing.

When we reached the top where the bed was made, I saw it was clean and free of any other scents. I dove for the middle, knowing that my skills were good, and we buried ourselves into the clouds that even the gods would be envious of.

Lucy moaned. My hands roamed up her body, feeling the softness of her skin under my touch. Her hands clung to my back, fingers running through the thick fur that had gathered there. She pulled me closer as she arched her body to meet mine. I kissed her passionately, feeling the fire that ignited between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

As I viciously tore at the delicate fabric of the clothes I had crafted for her, the sharp sound of my claws shredding against the material filled the air. The sight of the torn pieces strewn about, like petals from a ravaged flower, gave a twisted satisfaction. The scent of the torn fibers mingled with the scent of her slickness, creating a blend that hung heavily around me.

I reveled in the tactile sensation of the fabric yielding to my force, my fingertips tingling with the destruction. With every rip, the anticipation of seeing her exposed flesh consumed me, an intoxicating desire that pulsed through my veins. She was my captive, my mate, bound by the invisible chains of my possession and our bond.

The knowledge that her essence would forever carry my scent and her soul would be eternally entwined with mine fueled my insatiable hunger.

No male would touch her, no male would ever be able to scent her.

Mine.

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