Their first night was, predictably, a fight.Not a snarling, teeth‑bared one. A wrestling match that kept dissolving into laughter and then back into heat.They hadn’t made it far from the armory. Jace’s quarters were nearest. By the time the door slammed shut behind them, she was already dragging his shirt over his head, pausing only long enough to appreciate the way the light caught on the scars across his chest.“Show‑off,” she muttered, fingers tracing one old, white line.“You’re looking,” he pointed out.She pinched his nipple. He yelped, then growled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her into the wall.“Brat,” he breathed, eyes dark.“Beta,” she shot back, grinning even as her lungs tried to remember how to work with his body pressed full‑length against hers.The kiss that followed was nothing like the tentative ones she’d traded with boys in dark corners years ago. It was open‑mouthed, messy, full of teeth and tongue, and the low, pleased rumble of his wolf.He tasted like swea
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