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Killian strokes my bare back. I’m lying on my naked stomach. My neck throbs, and my muscles are limp. Wrung out. He’s on top of me, braced on his forearms, nuzzling and lapping at the bite wound. He bit us. Claimed us. No, he didn’t. His wolf did.
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