Lauren Dun

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“Say it.” We scrape our fangs across his skin. He folds his arms around us. “I’m yours,” he says, and we sink our teeth into him, taste his blood as he bucks his hips, driving in to the hilt with a snarl of victory.
The Lone Wolf's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #3)
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