The Triplet's Bullied Mate
And Ranon…
Ranon stood apart, in nothing but black slacks, his powerful chest bare, revealing the intricate, swirling patterns of his claim tattoos, which seemed to glow faintly in the firelight, pulsating with a subtle, internal energy. His golden eyes, fixed on me, were molten pools of desire and profound tenderness.
I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat, a sudden wave of warmth washing over me, flushing my skin. The sight of them, so carefully prepared, so utterly devoted, stole my words.
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