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Hunter Zee, the Touchstone
Holy f**k. She was perfect. Her long brown hair hung in waves spun with random pieces of red and gold. Her lips were plump and ripe and her mouth so hot and wet and…eager. My c**k pulsed remembering just how much. She’d conquered me as easily as if I were a young man new to the pleasures of my c**k. Her body was perfect; soft skin, generous curves. Everything about her was perfect. Passionate. Obedient. Submissive. Beautiful.
But I was not.
My Marked Mate, Helen from Earth, was everything I’d imagined but never expected to have. I knew from watching her from across the room that her laughter came easily and her eyes were a unique combination of green and gold I’d never seen before. I longed to have her look at me and know me. Know exactly who claimed her. W
