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The Feral Alpha's Captive - Chapter 93: Dripping
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... re—it felt pressurized, like a storm cell about to burst. My own words, spoken in a moment of bravado I no longer recognized, now acted as a tether Thorne was using to reel me in.
"Tongue," I echoed, the word barely a puff of air. The "Althea" who had demanded that was a stranger; the Althea sitting here now was a raw nerve, a creature of pulsing heat and desperate, clenching voids.
Thorne didn’t wait for a second invitation.
He moved with the predatory grace of the wo ...
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