I'm His Mate
He bowed his head to me with a whine crawling up his throat and then pounced on me, tackling me to the ground with a heavy thud.
I yelped, taken aback, and then groaned as his rough tongue began licking half my face as if trying to peel it from the bone. Quade's low, warning growls reverberated through our surroundings and when I managed to peep an eye in his direction, I found his irises a stunning steely silver.
"That's enough, Thorne. Get the fucking hell off her," a growl laced between Quade's words.
The hound looked at Quade, tilted its massive head to the side, and snapped his jaws at my mate almost teasingly.
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