"When Hywel wakes, Birsha will have real cause to fear this battle he's been so eager to wage," Conall said, voice low and growling gently. His arm around my waist sank low on my hips, hand barely squeezing at my ass, his hips pressing into mine. Vengeance. "And you, mo chroí, will have a world at your feet." I shivered at the words, not understanding the way they touched my skin, sank low in my belly, throbbed in my core. Conall grinned at last, sharp and a little hungry, honest too. He leaned in, pressing us explicitly together. His hair swarmed my vision, blocking out my view of Hywel, my
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