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Amanda was amazing. Beautiful. Sexy.
And she was all his.
Fenriis tracked his new mate as she moved around the bridge, talking to his warriors as he stood near the command dais. She was dressed once more as befit the lady of a war commander in flowing silks, jewels twinkling at her ears and around her neck and wrists. Her hair was swept up baring the delicate arch of her neck. She smiled and chatted easily, but he could tell she was tired.
She should be. He’d kept her up all night, only letting her sleep just before the morning bells. He’d taken her every way possible, luxuriated in the freedom to touch her… to claim her body as his own. A couple of times he’d woken her from sleep to take her again until she’d laughingly told him off, told him to let her sleep.
So he had, but he ha
