Curse of the Wolves
Azrael pulled me into his chest with a lopsided grin, “Just say the word, little wolf. We both know my ass would look phenomenal in a thong.”
Shaking his head at his brother, Orion tucked me into his side. I was still getting used to this side of him, and was quickly falling for my cold, cruel mates charms.
“I think the only thing that could make your little outfit better is if the panties come off. Of course, where we’re going, that can easily be arranged.” He spoke quietly in my ear.
Dhara led us through a series of tunnels, some of which had been freshly carved out. The way the earth moved at her command, molding itself to fit the nature of her thoughts was incredible.
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