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I growled and cupped her backside. She let out a small squeak. “My drums beat for you, and my shaft only rises for you, female. To give you pleasure makes my body happy. You are not plain. You are my light source.

Her eyes widened, and her tiny fists curled onto my chest. She chewed on her bottom lip but she did not answer.

“Do you understand, little fairy? Next time you talk bad about yourself, I will put you over my knee and you will be punished, and you will not like it.”

Her arousal flared again, and I groaned. “I mean my words, little fairy.”

“Uh, huh, sure.” She pressed her chest into mine. “I’ll be waiting for the day.”

I swapped out the furs for clean ones. I would need to use the furs in the forbidden closet, unfortunately. I did it quickly while my miresa cleaned herself in the bathroom, so she did not question why there was a chair by the door.

Already, I was making plans to change the cabin back in the Wood, and to make her a bathroom for herself. One with a tub, a shower and a toilet. The toilet here is far too small, and I will have to go outside myself.

I tried to think of everything, of what supplies I would need to gather before our departure at the end of the month. Unfortunately, the haunting memory of King Osirus still lingered.

I did not want my miresa to relive her memories or her nightmares. What would happen when I brand her, and all herpain and suffering return? Would the Moon Fairy be so harsh to let any magic given to her, to help her, be taken away?

I rubbed my chin and shook my head.

My miresa was very young and free-thinking. Perhaps she would not know, or understand, how an orc brands his mate. She was the first human. I could postpone the brand— the bond— as long as possible, so as not hurt her.

Perhaps avoid sticking my shaft into her altogether.

Simon bleated at me from the far end of the cave, as if he could hear my thoughts. The animal had probably watched me eat his emotional support person’s cunt. The sick animal!

I don’t think my little fairy will let me get away with not putting my shaft inside of her.

After she saw that I had released my seed, she was hoping she could see my shaft. She even tried to lift my cloth. Then I told her we needed to take things slow.

Ha.

There was no going slow with her, not in the slightest. My little fairy was starved for attention and touch. I wanted to give that to her. I wanted to have it as well, but I couldn’t very well hurt her in the process.

I did not want to be the one to break her.

I let out a heavy sigh and took a large breath in. I could still smell her arousal around my mouth.

I did not want to think or feel. I just wanted to hold my female, claim her, protect her—how was I to do that when claiming her could hurt her?

I snarled, balling my hand into a fist. I needed to release my anger.

Chapter Nineteen

Calliope

I opened the doorto the bathroom; the steam came with me. Wrapped in just a big fluffy towel, I saw Simon at my side immediately. He rubbed his horns against my thigh, and I scratched behind his ears. “Hi Simon, sorry, I hope you turned around earlier.” I winced, remembering that he’d been in the room.

Valpar stood before me, his back facing me and his hands firmly rested on his hips. As I observed, his broad back seemedto pulsate with tension, the muscles rippling beneath his skin. Even his long, ebony hair swayed in sync with his movements.

I couldn’t help how tempting it was for me to imagine the sensation of running my fingers through its silkiness.

The other orcs had their hair braided or shaved on the sides, all with the exception of Sugha, who had the shorter cut. Valpar’s hair was wild and unkempt, but I really liked how his silky strands lay halfway down his back. I wanted to brush it and play with it. I wondered if he would let me braid it for him.

“Something wrong?” I finally asked when he didn’t give me his full attention after I’d come out of the bathroom. I didn’t know why that irked me, but I wanted all of his attention.

Bad Calliope. Don’t be selfish.

When he turned, his grumpy face was in full force, just as it was the night we met. It melted once he finally saw me, and it turned into a look I could not describe.

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