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“Rav.” Grigg’s tone was raw with need, but fully in command. I saw his nostrils flare as he, too, scented our mate’s desire.
With her head tilted away and her body tense, I would think her under duress. She’d given her permission and, as we had told her, her body did not lie. She liked her new position, being vulnerable and on display. It was her scent that betrayed her. It grew stronger with every passing second as if she could feel my heated gaze on her core, could sense the dark urges telling me to forgo the required exam, drop my pants and f**k her senseless. As Prillon, we were acutely aware of our mates in this way. We could scent arousal, the need to f**k, and used it to take care of our mates. It ensured a happy and sated bride.
“What? Is something wrong?” Amanda’s voi
