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I shiver with lust, and I know he can smell it from the growl that escapes him. “I wouldn’t object,” I admit breathlessly, and then laugh. “I mean, if we were alone. The carnival will be going on still for a few more hours yet.”

He smiles unabashedly and draws in closer, his nose brushing my ear. “Later then, and I can find out if you are as sweet as your smell.”

“Gods, yes,” I whisper.

I can hear another group coming up the aisle next to mine. I should push him away, but I seem to lack the strength to do so.

“What is your name?” His voice is barely louder than a breath as it skims my ear.

“C…Candy,” I reply.

There is a momentary silence, but then he chuckles. “How appropriate. The perfect name for the one sweet I would never be able to resist.”

My breath stuttered as his tongue traced the shell of my ear. A rush of arousal floods my panties anew so that they stick to my pussy and rub delicately against the swollen flesh.

“Do you enjoy eating sweets?” I manage to ask, and he responds with another throaty laugh.

“Oh, yes.” His nose brushes my jaw. “Would you like to be devoured, my Candy?”

“Gods, yes,” I gasp as his tongue slips along my neck.

He places a loud, smacking kiss on my cheek and then slips away as the footsteps get closer and Brant’s roar breaks the silence. Grimsal grins and winks at me as he backs toward the exit.

“Make no plans, my sweet. I will find you tomorrow.”

I have a horror movie marathon on my schedule for tomorrow, but I just mutely nod my head, my insides a gelatinous mess, as I watch him leave. I only just barely tear my eyes away in time to grin at the kids who stumble in with their parents. I pick up the performance despite the fact that my panties are uncomfortably soaked and I’m horny as hell, my entire body buzzing with excitement.

Until tomorrow.

CHAPTER6

GRIMSAL

Ireluctantly leave my mate, but I’m surprised when I catch a trace of her scent near the table laid out with numerous treats for sale. Though I normally use fake goblin money when I’m in the mortal world rather than expend the energy to create real money, it seems that being around a unicorn has had a detrimental effect on me. I can’t seem to bring myself to trick the blonde pixie of a woman managing these festivities. She gives me a surprised look as I approach. Stretched out in front of her are several covered containers with cakes, pies, cookies, and a few things I can’t entirely identify but that smell wonderfully sweet.

Not as sweet as my mate, of course, and my nostrils flare as I close in, following the trail of her perfume. It mingles deliciously with the scent of chocolate, inciting my hunger to new levels. Did she make something chocolate for this sale? I love chocolate, but I know that ultimately it doesn’t matter—whatever carries my mate’s scent I must have.

“Do you see something you like? All proceeds from the bake sale and games go directly to fund the library,” she informs me with a smile.

“Thereissomething,” I murmur in agreement as I draw in another deep breath.There!A container of dark chocolate cupcakes bearing little wings and ridiculous smiling faces was touched for a long while by my mate. I see another reach toward them, but I snatch them up before they get the opportunity and hold them close to my chest. “These. I will take these cupcakes,” I purr.

The female stares up at me, startled by my sudden movement, but she soon relaxes and grins as she eyes the way I’m holding the cupcakes covetously to my chest. She names an amount, and I pull real money out from my pocket and hand it to her. Well, real as far as human money goes. The concept of paper money is still a rather hilarious one to me, but I like the way my mate’s companion beams as she accepts the paper currency. Besides, I like the library, and it seems that my female does as well. If they need to raise funds, then I’m happy to contribute, especially if it means covetously buying these cupcakes so that none other than I can enjoy them.

I shiver and my mouth waters at the combined rich scents of chocolate and Candy. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into them. It is more than my usual fascination with sweets. It is nearly a compulsion to devour them so that I can drown in her exquisiteness and make it a small part of myself. I can’t wait to carry my prize off to a private place to enjoy them. I don’t exchange any pleasantries or farewell. I just head directly for the door as quickly as I can, slipping through the crowd moving in the opposite direction. I’m certain that I draw a few glances as I hurry out of the library with my prize held tightly to my chest, but I’m too eager to notice or even care.

I bound out of the library, hesitating only long enough to cast a longing look back at the library that holds firmly to my mate. I hate to leave when she remains, but the hunt must still go on and the delays only make it sweeter. She couldn’t be claimed now, but the hunt continues. Tomorrow will come soon enough.

Normally, I would simply take my fare up into the trees where I tend to make my resting place when I’m traveling. Goblins build our homes in the trees and so it never feels quite right to me when I sleep in a vulnerable place so near the ground. I’m grateful that I decided on a different course this time, since I’m planning for a longer stay, and booked a room on the highest floor of the local hotel. I now have the perfect little nest to enjoy my sweet delicacies without disruption.

I give the young female at the counter a cheerful wave as I hurry in, though I feel somewhat defensive about my cupcakes when she spies them and eagerly leans forward.

“What did you find today, Grimsal?”

I frown as I pick up my pace, clutching my sweets a little closer to my chest. I usually share my treats with whoever is working the desk, but not this time—not when they smell most decadently of my mate. I know that human senses can’t tell the difference of the unique flavor that is given to food just by the hands that make them, and normally I don’t care so much beyond simply enjoying the uniqueness of each taste. But it is an entirely different matter when it comes to my female, and I can’t bear to part with even one of them.

“Cupcakes from the library’s carnival,” I reply as I shoot past her desk.

My effort to slip past is rewarded with a startled look and loud laughter as if she finds my antics amusing. It perhaps does appear a little bizarre, but I don’t bother to slow and explain. There is no explanation that would not seem odd to a human.

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