“If I stop wearing it, all I’ll want to do is rub against you,” Aisling whines, making me groan. Scent marking him by rubbing her cheek against his, I remind myself of how much I love Caelin. It would be rude to stab him so I can steal her away. “Domh,” Evan growls from across the table. “Huh?” I grunt, dragging my gaze toward him. “Get your hand out of your pocket. If you were playing with your dick that would be one thing, but I know you have your knife in there,” he hisses. “What’s a little blood between pack mates?” I ask with an evil smile. “Fuck, it’s like you’re me now,” he mutters.
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