Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves
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The cold was seeping into my bones, a deep, bone-deep chill that made my teeth chatter so hard I couldn't even speak.
"You're freezing," Ronan mumbled, pulling me into his lap, pressing his bare, tattooed chest against my spine. His arms wrapped around my ribcage like iron bands. "Stop shivering, Lilith. You're making me cold."
"I'm sorry I don't have magical wolf fur," I gasped, my whole body shaking violently as the burning heat of his skin shocked my system. Every nerve ending screamed at once, caught between frostbite and fever.
Vane let out a low, arrogant chuckle in the dark, his rough hands sliding up my bare thighs, the friction creating a desperate kind of heat. "You don't need fur.
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