Bound To The Crown Prince
My release tore through me without warning, my body arching and my cry filling the lodge.
Shame burned my cheeks, but ecstasy drowned it, my wolf keening in wild surrender.
Xander’s rhythm broke, he shuddered, groaning low, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, spilling hot inside me. Not a mark, but enough to claim.
There was only the ragged breathing, and the storm raging outside, as if it had been summoned to be seen.
By the time he drew away, his eyes were closed, his face unreadable.
"This makes no difference," he said, cold and cutting.
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