Slave to the Wolf King
As I considered the whole thing, and what it might be used for, my stomach tingled—and got nervy too.
Cazz pressed into my back, his hands stroking up my body, but his lips appeared next to my ear as I stared at this strange thing and he rasped, his breath fluttering against my skin, which made goosebumps wash down my arm on that side.
“Don’t be scared. You’ll like it, I promise,” he whispered, nudging me forward.
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