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... he wouldn’t. Sworn he’d keep his head, keep his discipline, keep the royal suite from turning into a battlefield made of sheets and instinct.
But one look at Chris: flushed, trembling, panting around the ghost of the last orgasm and something deep and merciless tore loose inside him.
The scent hit him like standing too close to a forge, heat coiling in the air and wrapping around him. Sweet, sharp, rain-warm desperation threaded through it, a lure meant to drop any alpha to his k ...
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