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“Mate,” he growled, “you are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. You own me, Sorcha, body and soul.”
As she traced the brutal, beautiful contours of his face, Orek pressed closer, eyes searching hers.
“Not silly,” he said, kissing her hair. “If my mate wants assurance, then I’ll give it. As much as she needs.”
His boots were muddy, his face was scarred, and his skin was green. Not the male they’d ever think Sorcha would bring home to them.

