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24.2-Apologies
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Demona MaxwellKing Lorcan was on some thin ice there but luckily the mate bond is strong and they will recover.
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Fated to the Queen 24.2-Apologies
Imagyn holds the back of my head like it’s fragile. She softly hums, running her fingers through my hair. Her touch is soothing, and she is too kind to me. “My loving Wolf, it just tickles,” she says sweetly, “and it feels much better now. Thank you, Lorcan.” My heart flutters as she says my name. I kiss her thighs again, and the bruises lighten. I continue to touch her skin, and they are barely visible anymore. I’m amazed by this mate bond and her healing. “My Serpent,” she calls over her shoulder. Xim comes up behind her, kissing her with care. I am in awe of them both. “My Alpha, stand up!” he says, not looking at me but at Imagyn. I do so in a hurry not to anger him more. I am met by their longing but firm gazes. I could smell Imagyn clearly, but Xim’s scent was still faint. “NEVER, again, will you bruise her skin!” He bellows, making me bow my head. His tone is like a command, making me proud. “No, My Alpha, never again,” I say with all the love in my heart, “I Promise!” “
Fated to the Queen 24.1-Apologies
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Fated to the Queen 20.2-Worried
Xim “Let me keep you warm, my love,” I took her in my arms. It’s surreal that she is finally mine. Holding Imagyn on the bed, I rub her drying the water, speckling her body. She swoons at my touch and leans into me. The flower petals in her wet hair smell divine, picking up her scent and Kimarhi’s. I’m overwhelmed by her being so close. Her exposed shoulders tempt me to lean forward and pepper them with light kisses. She moans in delight, and I watch a wave of bumps spread across her freckled skin. In the past, I could never make the first move with Imagyn. Not once did I push or tell her how I felt. I always allowed her to lead, but now everything has changed. These sensational sparks, I feel with her, are driving me to do more. All I want to do is touch her. For months I dreamt of this. Her arms wrap around my neck. I don’t fight as she lures me in. I stare deep into her eyes and fall head over heels for her again. “My I’ma. I love you so much!” I have no idea how I could ever
