His Mate Her Savior
he tells her.
“I’m let Samlael know, just in case,” she says. She reaches around both of us, hugging us together. “See you soon, I hope. And Cayden, stop nibbling on your mate.”
“He can’t help himself. All the men in my family have a fruit fetish,” Leana says walking out.
“I make no apologies for loving the way my mate tastes,” he says, licking my palm. I would have thought it would be gross, but instead, it sends liquid heat to my already aching core.
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