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... eir master with Noah’s message–well, just the ones that survived–we found a relatively dry spot under a sprawling willow tree a few hundred yards from the riverbank.
I sat down on a smooth stone, sighing as I pushed aside my tunic to let the cubs latch on. My breasts were already starting to feel that familiar, heavy throb again. Being a walking buffet for three growing predators was a full-time job, even in the middle of a political coup.
"There you go, you little gluttons. Suck ...
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