Lycan's Mate
He set her down gently but his hands never left her waist.
His golden eyes met hers, fierce and raw. “You’re mine now,” he growled softly, reverent. “Completely.”
Crystal’s breath hitched as her hands slid up his chest, fingers grazing the embroidered collar of his tunic. “And you’re mine,” she whispered.
He crashed his lips against hers, slow at first, tasting her as if she were made of starlight and breathless promises. But the kiss deepened. Hungry, desperate, claiming.
When he pulled back, his eyes burned brighter. “Are you ready?”
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