Morgan Cahill

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Bliss shifted in her seat, and without thinking, I ran my nose up her neck. A groan caught in the back of my throat. Her floral smell filled my nose, and my hands gripped her waist. I burrowed my face in her neck again, my teeth aching. 
Pack Origin (A Blissful Omegaverse, #0.5)
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