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14. Scent of Submission

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“You smell… different.”

His voice was low. Velvety. A dangerous whisper that prickled across her spine.

Freya didn’t turn.

She couldn’t.

Because the heat of his body was right behind her. Too close. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his energy humming like a live wire. His presence wrapped around her like chains.

Her throat tightened, and her pulse quickened.

“The effects of the herbs must be wearing off,” he murmured.

Freya didn’t move.

Her heart thumping wildly as she tried to remain calm. His scent was so potent in the air. It was triggering her scent as well.

Ragnar moved.

She heard the whisper of fabric as he took a step closer. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her braid aside, slowly exposing the pale skin of her neck. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

He inhaled deeply. She could hear the sound of it as goosebumps rose on her skin.

“You’ve been masking your scent,” he said quietly, like a revelation. “The effects of the herbs have
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