The growl was not entirely his. It was a dual sound, a harmony of man and wolf, of Reign and Bain, finally in accord. The last of his control, the flimsy shield he’d worn for a lifetime, shattered into a million pieces. He crossed the space between them in a single, powerful stride, the scent of her—rosemary, bread, and something uniquely Celeste—flooding his senses and obliterating everything else.His hands were on her, not with the gentle reverence he’d imagined, but with a desperate, possessive need. He lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist as if they were made to lock together. Her skin was soft and warm against his calloused hands, a perfect contrast. He claimed her mouth, and it was not a kiss of exploration but of claiming. It was hungry, deep, a conversation they had been denying for months. She met him with equal fire, her nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer, silently demanding more.He set her down on the cool stone of the kitchen floor, his bod
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