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... sip, his hand resting on the edge of his desk. His hand had a deep wound , a bite that was intense, a night he didn’t want to remember but couldn’t forget. The memory of Lucian beneath him, trembling, breath catching, his pulse fluttering like wings against Hunter’s mouth, refused to fade. He had almost marked him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but bit his hand just in time
He could still feel it , the pull, primal and raw , something ancient that clawed its way out of him th ...
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