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Deek
I was exhausted, so weary that I didn’t wish to wake up. But Tiffani was in my arms. No, she was on top of me, kissing my neck and slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I made a sound of satisfaction, but my beast prowled, nudged me. It had prodded me to wake. Why? Why would my beast not settle and preen beneath Tiffani’s attentions?
“You’re so big.”
I stilled at the voice while my beast practically howled with rage.
The scent of turins, the seasonal flower that appeared at the beginning of the warm months on Atlan, was cloying.
I opened my eyes and saw pale hair. Someone, not Tiffani, was on top of me, sucking at the skin on my neck.
Finally wide awake, the beast growled and my chest rumbled. Grabbing the female about the waist—her bare waist—I lifted her up and off me, placed her o
