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ANNABELLE.

I feel hot.

Calloused hands grip my waist pulling me into a hard naked chest that rumbles with a soft growl of satisfaction and my wolf feels at peace when I lean my head against his shoulder.

But I feel incomplete for some reason.

Something is still missing...

Someone is missing.

I feel defective. Then, my heart hurts. Tears brim at my closed eyelids threatening to fall but suddenly my front is being gripped and I sigh with relief.

My whole being zips with an unimaginable amount of sparks, creating a bond, a connection of some sort and I feel my wolf purring with satisfaction.

Another hard surface sandwiches me with their own rippling tut muscly chest and I let out a moan at the feeling of those hands exploring my bare skin.

They skim over every part, every curve, every stretch mark and every scar. Every dip.

I open my eyes, those identical scarlet red eyes that I look between, hold me captive. The two men holding me murmur something under their breaths and with one last k