FENRIC'S POVHer lips part then, and although she's now focused on me, I'm not.My eyes go to her plumb lips, watching her breathe through them softly.Fuck.Not wanting to get distracted, I lean in, lowering my head to her neck, my lips grazing the shell of her ear."It's our job to spoil you rotten. You have every right to take it and tell us whether you like it 'or not', or if you're uncomfortable in any damn way.""Do you fucking understand mate?" I drawl, my voice coming out harsher than I intended."Y------ yes," She says in a small voice, barely audible despite my wolf hearing; she might as well have said it in her mind."I didn't hear you," I growl."Yes, Fenric."Finally I let go of her throat, and in a second Nyall's right beside her, drawing her into his arms as he wraps them about her in a hug.Watching her shoulders relax, I hear her breath in deeply, taking in his scent as she burrows her face into his chest.Orien strokes the back of her head lightly, "Are you okay?"Sh
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