My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian
This was overriding me.
A second mate bond.
What kind of cruel fucking joke was this?
"Finally," Fenris said, smiling down at me. "You're officially my mate."
Then he started taking off his clothes.
The heavy armor first. Unbuckling straps, letting pieces fall to the floor with heavy thuds. Then the furs. He pulled them over his head and dropped them.
I stared.
Couldn't help it.
His neck was thick, strong, twice the width of my thighs together. His chest was bare—two massive slabs of muscle with veins running between them like rivers. His abs were stacked, hard, looked like they could crack walnuts. The V-cut of his lower abdomen led down—
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