“I don't want a new purpose. I want what's mine. I want my birthright.” ― Faith Erin Hicks
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(Elian)
Pleasure coursed through her as she licked the mark on his shoulder, her eyes gleaming in wonder and need and want. The sharp mark of ownership on his skin made her feel proprietorial and primal.
He moaned as she licked him again, and then a loud growl left his lips, breaking the soft silence in the room. The growl was feral, primal and wild.
She pulled back from him as if she was woken from her trance and blinked at the horrible bite on his shoulder. Bite.
It was red and bumpy and it looked engroged. s**t. Why would she- was that a-
Elian shook her head, as she worriedly looked at him. He had just told her they were mates yesterday and she told him that she was confused about
