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"I…I couldn't have come?" I asked, wincing at my own question. "Mmm, next time. The rut is too close, and I would've spent the day snarling at every alpha that looked at you," Ronson said easily, as if it were perfectly reasonable that other alphas would bother looking at me. He kissed across my collar, tongue teasing and lips suckling at my skin. "Mairwen, why are you in a damned corset again?" "My dresses don't fit without them." "Then we need to get you new dresses," Ronson said calmly, lifting my ass and rucking my skirt up. I flushed, squeezing my thighs together, pinching my chemise in ...more
The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)
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