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... rd hung between them, fragile and damning. ’Too.’
"Too?" Dean repeated, his voice barely a whisper, the minty sharpness of his pheromones momentarily forgotten in the face of that single, damning syllable.
Arion’s eyes remained closed, his forehead still pressed against Dean’s. The admission seemed to have cost him the last of his strength, and he leaned more of his weight into Dean’s space. "The third one," he said, his voice raspy, stripped of all its princely authority. "It wa ...
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