Breeding His Stepdaughter
she asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity and a hint of anxiety.
Damien placed the phone on the nightstand and turned to her. For a long moment, he simply looked at her, his young, beautiful stepdaughter, the woman he had claimed so thoroughly the night before. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, her back pressed against his bare chest.
“My son,” he said quietly, his large hand resting possessively on her stomach. “He’s been abroad for the last two years managing some of our European pack alliances. He’s coming home tomorrow.”
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