Packhouse(II)

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Amelia POV My body felt warm and safe, and it is not a feeling I have probably felt since I was a child. I was sleeping next to a big macular body. There were hands resting on my ass as my face was pressed into my neck. It smelled so nice… too nice… f**k, am I dead? The hand on my ass pressed me close to the big body behind me, and a slight shiver of heavenly pleasure filled me. I felt complete bliss, like nothing outside those arms mattered. I felt that everything around me could fall apart, but it would be fine if I had these hands around me. Where the f**k am I? I smelled the body next to mine, and Bree instantly purred Mate. Alexander? Why the f**k was he here? Socked, carefully, I jumped out of bed, putting my best efforts not to wake him. For a moment, I stood next to the be

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