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The places he touched were where the heat lingered—in my stomach, groin, and ass—and when he covered them with his big hand, it was like he claimed my heat, claimed me. Like a promise and a command at the same time… Low moans spilled out of my chest without my permission. He owns me and protects me. My alpha.
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