Chapter 34 Corbin
I’m coming undone. Completely and utterly undone—and it’s all because of this little rogue. My Luna. The mother of my unborn heirs. My everything. She’s still in Olivia’s gown, but the moment we’re alone, my hands find her waist, trailing down to cup her curves with reverence and desire. Her scent surrounds me—warm honey and wild lavender—and I swear, it’s more potent than any drug. I press her gently against the wall, kissing her like she’s air and I’ve been suffocating without her. My lips devour hers as my hands roam lower, gripping her hips, her thighs, the small swell of her belly where our pups sleep safely inside her. But Anika—gods, this woman—she pulls away with a glint in her eye and slowly unzips the dress, deliberately testing my restraint. “Anika,” I growl, heat surging
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