Marked By The Hybrid
I smiled and walked toward her, cupping her cheeks “it means baby girl in Russian, little wolf”
“You speak Russian? I mean, full on Russian?”
“You do realize that I AM Russian, right?”
“Yes, but you’ve lived in the States, and as far as I understood, even grew here” she defended putting her hands on my own, removing them from her cheeks. I had to fight back a sigh at her resistance, but didn’t bother commenting about it. I knew that she wouldn’t be as forward about this mating thing as I was, it was something I respected, if I were being honest. But it tended to annoy me considering the fact that I WANTED to mate.
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