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26: Do Your Worst

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Brandon's POV.

I hadn’t planned on this.

Teasing Ivy had started as just that. Just teasing. To watch her squirm, to prove that no matter how much she tried to act unaffected, she wasn’t. Because I knew it.

I saw it in the way she stiffened when I got too close, in the way her throat bobbed with every sharp swallow, in the way her breath hitched even as she was trying so hard to stay indifferent.

But this time, the second my eyes dragged down her body in that little black dress, something shifted.

I felt it.

The sharp pull in my gut. The sudden heat curling through my veins. The way my own breathing faltered without permission.

She smelled too fucking good.

Like something soft and sweet, vanilla and honey, with the faintest trace of that lotion she always wore, something subtle, something dangerous in how easily it wrapped around my senses. But beneath that, beneath the innocent surface, was something else.

Something raw and undeniable.

Her arousal.

It clung to her skin, subtle but in
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Oh shit!! He has to realize soon that she is his real mate!! This is intense!!! I love iit!!!
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