Fated to the Lycan King
When he pulled away, he turned to Zoe, drawing her into a kiss just as deep.
Call us crazy, but Zoe and I were one. There was no jealousy between us—we felt what the other felt, shared everything. Rohan completed us.
Zoe and I let our nymph charm slip free. Our features sharpened, becoming otherworldly—irresistibly enticing. Our hair flowed longer and silkier, and a soft. Our breasts grew bigger and a radiant glow seemed to cling to our skin.
Rohan’s eyes darkened, his control visibly slipping.
We guided him back onto the pillows scattered across the floor, laughter and something deeper lingering between us. I straddle him. His hard cock pressed against my heat making me moan.
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