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I took a playful lick again and then bit his nipple. He jumped and grabbed his chest, rubbing it, while still holding me to his body.

“What-what did you do that for female?” he growled at me.

“I licked it. I bit it. It’s mine, now!” I smiled brightly.

Chapter Twenty

Calliope

Four days passed, andhe hadn’t touched me in places I wanted to be touched.

He hadn’t brushed my pink fairy bits with his tongue, and I was really missing it.

I was starting to believe that Karma’s words are true, that Vapar didn’t see me as his mate, anymore.

I’d become just a human companion or cuddle toy.

Valpar’s words were strong. He claimed I was his mate and would hold me tight in the night, but he kept my body covered, and he has yet to show me hismini orc.

He hasn’t ventured between my thighs again, and I longed for it. I’ve been so turned on by just the small things he does. How he bends over, how he changes the furs, the way he takes care of me in the smallest of ways that no one else had but, I was selfish and wanted more.

Isn’t that what mates do? They do more, right?

And I needed more.

Each morning, Simon brought in the basket full of supplies. Inside it would be filled with food and clothing for me. The clothing Aunt Melina sent didn’t leave much to the imagination. I loved it. It made me feel pretty, and I liked to spin around as I’d show it off to Valpar. He just looked at me, stared at me with the hunger in his eyes he had had the first night we met, but he’d never take action.

I’ve often attempted to seduce him, mirroring the women in the books which I devoured. I’d softly place my hand on his thigh as we have picnics outside. I even delicately traced my fingers across his chest as he held me in the darkness of the night. When he held so still, I would press my lips against his warm skin, but then he would swiftly maneuver me, positioning my back against his chest, leaving me powerless, unable to make any further advances.

And it hurt.

Karma’s words buried deeper.

Aunt Melina had gotten bolder with each basket. One holding a black loin cloth for Valpar. I guessed it was supposed to be lingerie for an orc. He was utterly confused at first and I pushed him to the bathroom to put it on, but he refused, saying it was too short to wear.

Such a party pooper.

Maybe it is because themini-orcis too long and I’d see it poking out.

I’ll never know because I will never see it.

This morning Aunt Melina sent tea, a special drink for males. Each night he is to drink it to prevent pregnancy. When I told Valpar he needed to take it for when we bonded to each other, his dark-green face turned lime-green.

It was then I realized that there was something very, very wrong.

And thatsomethingwas me.

My mood turned sour after that. I’d had enough trying to coax him into wanting me. I didn’t care to look at him and didn’t care to talk to him. He went on with his tasks the rest of the morning. Cleaning up the cave, making me food that I refused to eat, and that only made him more anxious.

“Female, you must eat,” he growled when he picked me up from the bed and sat me on his lap. “Why won’t you eat? You will become too thin.”

Like it mattered. He wouldn’t touch me, anyway.

“Why don’t you go hit a tree or something? That might make you feel better,” I muttered.

Valpar raised a brow and turned me so that I was straddling him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Aunt Melina packed my underwear as well. It was a thong, but it still covered the part that really needed attention.

That. He. Won’t. Touch.

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