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#38 Let's Celebrate

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Daeira POV

By the time we got back to the suite, I was vibrating with leftover adrenaline. Justice was served, sure, but I'd just publicly banished a wolf and tossed him back to the council like a chew toy. My people saw strength, but inside?

I was holding myself together with peppermint gum and pure spite.

The door hadn't even closed behind us when Riven grabbed my waist, spun me around, and kissed me stupid. Hot and urgent, his tongue sweeping against mine like he needed to burn the weight off me with his mouth. I whimpered against him before melting, my arms wrapping around his neck.

By the time he let me go, I was breathless and dazed.

Then Kael stepped in, smirking like a smug devil and claiming my lips before I could recover. His kiss was slower, coaxing, with just enough teasing to make my knees weak. His hands slid up my back, cradling me like I was sacred.

I blinked up at him, dizzy.

"Okay, rude," Auren muttered, already stepping forward. "Save some for the angel."

He cupped
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