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... Moonlight spilled across the chamber floor like a blade of silver—cold, ancient, and watching—and all around it, the heat of Zeramet’s rut coiled like a living storm.
His pheromones wrapped the air, thick and heavy, pressing against Levin’s skin as if unseen hands were tracing him—claiming him—branding him. Every breath tasted of molten metal and desert thunder.
Zeramet sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, body tense with barely chained hunger.His pupils wer ...
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