Simon (Promised Mates of Monktona Wood #3)

6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Lucy

Ifelt the warmth of his breath caressing my exposed breasts, sending tingles down my spine. His hands held onto my hips with a firm grip, as my body arched in response. The anticipation heightened, craving to experience the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive nipples and the gentle brush of his teeth against their peaks. That desire, the one everyone spoke of, the one I had devoured in books for so long, the urge to finally let my body take over, was there.

His warm breath cascaded down the gentle slope between my breasts, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of warm saliva in its wake. As it descended further, it cooled against my delicate navel, sending another shiver of desire coursing through my body. With deliberate tenderness, his hand traced a path upward, exploring every curve, until they found their place, firmly cupping my breast. The touch was electrifying, heightened by the sharpness of his nails.

His nails were sharp, sharper than I ever thought a man would have. I felt it when he gripped my breast firmly, nearly piercing the skin. Surprisingly, the hint of pain ignited a primal response within me, intensifying the growing ache between my thighs. My senses were heightened. My pussy was wet and aching, and my clit begged to be touched. I could feel my heart beating erratically in my chest.

If I prayed to some deity, I’d be screaming their name now, thanking them for finally feeling desire and lust. I’ve craved it but never had the motivation? The want? The need?

I whimpered when their mouth connected to my nipple, sucking, licking, and flicking their rough tongue against it. Instead of feeling warmth, fire erupted in my belly and went straight to my core. My legs rubbed against each other, trying to get friction.

I panted, needing more, but I couldn’t express what.

In my previous experiences, I had engaged in solitary play. However, this encounter was distinctively different. It felt like a collision of fire and ice, engulfing my entire being. The air was thick with steam, rising from my body and creating an even more enjoyable experience.

A low growl came from the being’s throat. My head automatically turned, baring my neck. I surrendered completely to this man—creature. It had to be a creature. From my studies of this realm, this was how females bared their necks for their males to bite or claim them.

I had secretly wanted it to happen to me.

It was such a turn-on, to give up, to submit. Eventually, males did the same for the females, but why did I love it so much?

Why, when I was deathly afraid of men in general?

But this was a creature, not just a man; it had to be a creature, I decided.

My heart pounded in my ears like a thunderstorm, as the other hand stealthily ventured down my stomach. His mouth remained locked on my breast. The vibrations of his low hum tingled across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. With a sudden surge of desire, my hands swiftly reached behind his head, entwining themselves in his soft, luscious curls. I tenderly caressed his head, pulling him closer to me. His lower body, enveloped in furred garments, brushed against mine, igniting a greater fire within me. And then, in an electrifying moment, I could feel the weighty, elongated, moist shaft pressing against my leg, intensifying the longing between us.

Catnip almighty! I was a cat in heat.

My leg moved and rubbed against that thickened shaft, as my hands reached higher on his head, and then I knew something was really different. He had horns on top of his head, but before I had time to react, a finger slid into my body.

I gasped, my body experiencing something completely new. I knew what a dildo was; I knew what it was like to put something in my body, but not something warm, hot and, damnit, he was curling his finger in places I didn’t even know existed.

Warm lips descended upon mine, hesitant at first, but so was I. They were slightly furred, and I relished how soft they were. I moaned into the kiss, as his tongue swept into my mouth, and my body melted in the moment.

My leg lifted, giving them better access for his finger, which now became two. It was a stretch, but who was I to care when I was feeling this horny for the first time since… ever?

His fingers thrust into me harder, with my body following him. I gasped and moaned, and his tiny growls grew louder.

It wasn’t until I felt my body had reached its point and I tumbled over the peak, that I fell apart in his arms, completely spent with the best orgasm of my damn life.

I opened my eyes to see the intruder who had invaded my tent and given me the most mind-blowing orgasm, but I was alone. It was just a dream! I had pleasured myself, with my fingers buried into my own pussy and my other hand on top of my nipple, still pinching it.

Well, that was embarrassing.

I slapped my face with the nipple-pinching hand. I hope no one heard me moan, or coming for that matter.

I pulled my fingers from between my legs and found the evidence of my orgasm coating my fingers. I was wet, soaking actually, and it made me realize I was, in fact, not broken. I just wished I could find someone I was actually attracted to, so I could do this more often.

Who was that in my dreams, though? I wish I had opened my eyes to see his face, but it felt so real I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to think that once I opened them, they would disappear, or I would freak out.

Of course, it was a dream. No one in their right mind would come into the tent of a sleeping woman and stare down at them.

I scoffed and went to the water basin to wash my hands. It was just absolutely absurd.

After getting dressed and making sure I had cleaned up enough to leave the tent, I grabbed my notebook and stepped outside. The fire was already set for breakfast, and Sugha and Durz were already smoking a boar.

The shifters had gathered wood to put into the fire, and when I approached, they all stopped, the wood they carried dropping to the ground as they spun in my direction.

I stiffened and balled my hand into fists. Crap, did I still smell of my earlier activities?

Dutton sniffed the air, and Elmira gave me a wary glance. “Lucy?” She tilted her head as she approached.

My face turned bright pink, and I shook my head. “Please don’t tell me you can smell it. I think I just might die!” I buried my face into my hands and backed away.

Elmira held out her hand, and I jerked away.

“No! Don’t touch me! Ugh! I can’t believe that you can still smell that after I washed it off! I can’t even practice self-care around here. I didn’t know shifters and orcs could smell arousal even after you washed it off. I swear I only came once!”

Elmira’s eyes widened, and she looked back at the rest of the group.

“You think we can smell your arousal?” she whispered.

I blinked several times and stared back at everyone. “Yes? Why else is everyone looking at me like that?”

White on rice, are you kidding me right now? Did I just tell everyone I masturbated when I didn’t have to?

“I’ll have you know, masturbating is very normal. I shouldn’t feel any shame about it. But, I am feeling uncomfortable talking about it, with people who do not find the scientific ways interesting and just want to poke fun and stare at me.”

The group just stared back.

I was ready to crawl back into my tent and die. Maybe even see if I could orgasm once more before I kicked the bucket, because, heck, my body was on a roll right now.

Elmira grabbed my wrist and brought it to her nose.

“Elmira! What in the name of Charles Darwin are you doing?” I tried to pull my arm away, but she held it still.

“You have been scent-marked,” she growled. “Someone has marked you as theirs,” she snarled and turned back to the rest of the group.

I took my wrist back and smelled it. I didn’t smell anything particularly different about it. Maybe a hint of marigold, but I thought it was the soap. I sniffed my other wrist and smelled nothing.

I went back and forth, smelling between each wrist.

Huh, that was weird.

It smelled… nice. I continued to sniff, and I felt dampness between my thighs. My head perked up, and my breasts felt heavy, like they wanted to be held. Great! Now, I was thinking of them as sentient beings.

Yes, your pussy wants to be fucked.

Was I ovulating? I must be ovulating.

I needed to check my chart.

“Who scent-marked her?” Elmira growled out. “Was it you, Durz?!”

Durz stood from his log and crunched his iron cup in his hand. “How dare you, dog. I would never! She is not my miresa! I would never!”

Durz spat on the ground, his face red with anger. “I would never mark her without her permission! Monster, I am not!”

Sugha put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Easy, Durz. We don’t know who did it. It could have been anyone.”

Could it have been the guy in my dreams? Or was there someone that really came into my tent and shoved my fingers up my pussy to cover it up. My face paled.

They touched me so intimately and made me feel things I never thought possible. I felt a stirring in my body, right now when I thought about him, and my cheeks grew warm at the memory of his hands on me.

Maybe I was broken.

I liked creepy dudes that came into my tent!

I had to stop reading dark romance.

Elmira glared at everyone in the group, her eyes narrowing as she searched for the culprit. But no one seemed to confess to the act.

“Can’t you just sniff them?” I nudged her. I mean, it could be one of them, but I thought the man might have horns if my memory served me correctly.

Dutton crossed his arms. “You just don’t go around sniffing shifters. It isn’t polite. We aren’t dogs.” He glanced over at Durz. “You can smell me to check. I’m the only unmated male shifter here. I don’t mind proving my innocence. Everyone else has a mate.”

Elmira took in a whiff and shook her head. “I knew it wasn’t you, just had to be sure. For precaution,” she added.

Dutton winked at her and stepped back.

Their flirting was something else.

“What about you two?” Dutton jerked his head to the orcs. They came up to Elmira, just to placate her, too. I knew it wasn’t them; they wouldn’t have been able to fit in my tent.

They also didn’t have horns.

Hard, male horns that would feel good to rub up against my thighs—

Crap. I was in trouble. I sniffed my wrist again and then quickly pushed it to my side.

I stood there and didn’t dare to look at anyone. Instead, I kept my eyes on the pot of porridge that sat on a stump nearby, and that was when I saw the faint ripples that came from the middle.

Elmira, Dutton, and the orcs were discussing their next move, but all I could concentrate on were the vibrations I could now feel from the ground. “Uh, guys?” I went over to them and patted Elmira on the shoulder. “Guys!”

They all stopped talking and stared down at me. “Look.” I pointed to the thick porridge, where the ripples were now sloshing in the pot.

Everyone went quiet, and the trees of the Wood swayed, although the birds were quiet. Animals started running through the camp, uncaring about who we were.

“Shit,” Dutton said as he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I screamed, holding onto my notebook for dear life.

“Ogre,” Sugha growled. “A big one. Get everyone out of here, grab what you can carry, and go. We don’t need Lucy to be seen, or he won’t stop.”

Durz unsheathed his massive sword from his back, causing a resounding ‘shing’ through the clearing.

Dutton hurriedly guided me towards the opposite end of the camp. An ear-splitting roar erupted from the ogre, and fear pierced my heart as soon as I saw the creature. An overpowering stench, so repugnant and indescribable, engulfed the entire camp. The nauseating odor was so intense that everyone instinctively gagged, desperately covering their mouths with their hands.

“Orcs and wolves,” the ogre snarled. He took a deep breath in, even with the snot falling down his nose and into his mouth. The loin cloth he wore dragged on the ground, and his feet were massive, and his toenails were full of trash. The cloth only covered his privates, and his enormous belly hung over it. He didn’t even need the cloth; his belly would cover his privates just fine.

“And, hu-man.”

“Time to go.” Dutton took off into the woods, his arms wrapped around my legs. I watched as the ogre didn’t even flinch as the shifters changed into wolves, and the ogre began his attack.