Divorced and mated to the Lycan Twins
Her hips shifted restlessly against the floorboards.
My cock throbbed so hard it physically hurt. Slowly, my brother and I approached our mate.
Her scent of wild honey filled my lungs, saturating my blood, and turned my vision a hazy, predatory gold. Beside me, I could hear Halil’s breathing. It was heavy, rhythmic, and just as starved as mine. We didn't look at each other. We didn't need to. The bond was screaming.
Nora looked like a dream of fever and lust. Her skin was flushed a deep, burning pink, and her eyes were glazed, searching for a relief that only we could provide. As we stepped closer, she let out a whimpering moan, her back arching off the rug.
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