Chapter117 We’re going to get bred and carry our mates’ pups

Ylva’s POV

Soren’s callused palms gripped my hips with bruising force, dragging me down between them until I was pressed flush against his sweat-slicked chest.

Fenric moved behind me, his leaner, cooler body molding to my back, one arm snaking around to cup my breast while the other tangled in my ...

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