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36. Phoebe

Getting up for a glass of water, I padded over to the door handle, the dark blue carpet like walking on clouds. Only to hear a sleepy. “Phoebe?” coming out of the darkness.

“Did you say this needed to stay locked?”

I swear he must still have some wolf remaining inside him. The speed at which his long, powerful limbs rolled off the bed made me jump. Striding with intent towards me in the darkness left me with goosebumps.

Taking my hand from the door handle, I found myself staring into his ice blue eyes, my wrists pinned above my head, and my stomach twisting with a whole new surge of need.

“Locked,” he confirmed. “Back to bed, Sugar.”

Instead, I tug against him, just a little. A teasing, bratty little gesture to try and send him feral. He holds me a little tighter, but I know that means he loves it. He wants me confident enough to rile him up. So, I gently nudge my hip against the handle instead. I get a little yank into his full, possessive hold in exchange.

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Tam
Please tell us some of the stuff his wolf told him maybe a flash back of the wolf in Rami and in the king
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