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... avern, tasting her, owning her. Ren melted against his wet chest, her hands clutching his slick shoulders as her brain short-circuited from the sensory overload.
But then, Syris pulled back abruptly. He wrinkled his nose, his amethyst eyes narrowing with a look of profound displeasure.
"You smell," he hissed, his lip curling slightly to reveal a hint of fang, "of him."
Ren blinked, dazed. "Excuse me?"
"The cat," Syris spat the word like a curse. "His musk is all o ...
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