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... f lashes. Not a tightening of awareness behind closed eyes. If anything, the prince appeared to fall deeper into sleep as Dean’s voice broke the silence, as if the sound confirmed rather than disturbed something.
Dean tried again to lift himself, bracing his palms against Arion’s chest.
Arion’s grip only tightened, a reflexive, unbreakable hold. Dean’s chest vibrated with a low growl of pure, territorial possession. It was the sound of a dominant claiming its anchor in a storm, a ...
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