Her human mate
She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her.
This guy was taller than the last, more muscled, a goatee and an arrogant twist to his lips. His hair was equally as shaggy as the blonde’s, but a shade darker, somewhere between blond and brown.
She let her gaze move slowly down his body. Thickly muscled arms, a broad, equally muscled chest. A noticeable bulge was outlined by his faded jeans.
“No, you’re not my type,” she stated, her voice low and husky with need, but not for this mortal.
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