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| Is It Hot in Here, or Is It Just My Latest Secret? |
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| "Mine." He grunted, arms encasing her in a very tight embrace. "Mate." |
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| Those two words caused both Celeste's heart and body to freeze. |
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| What was he talking about? |
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| Ignoring the denseness of her heart and the pleasurable sparks that seeped out of his touch, she pushed away from him. "Celia is somewhere in the dispersing crowd, I'm not yours, I'm not your mate." |
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| Zillon's head tilted to the side, jaws clenching, grip tightening. "Mine...Mate...Mine!" |
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| He pulled her back against him, nose latching onto the very crook of her neck where he proceeded to deeply inhale her scent. "Mark mate." |
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| And without her consent, he did just that. His teeth had extracted and into the soft skin of her neck was where they intrusively sank. |
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| A cry of pain and pleasure had descended from her lips and like a dead man, she fell against his chest, lips ajar as she panted to catch her breath. |
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| She tried to steady herself, but when the strong scent of the man who held her swept across her nose, her weak knees buckled and against his chest she fell again. |
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| She was just 19, she wasn't at the age to scent out her mate as yet, but now that she carried his mark...his scent was rather strong, comforting and arousing. |
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