
ASTRID
ivana jameson
“You shouldn’t be here,” Jeremiah said, his voice a low growl. “Not when you smell like that.”
“Like what?” I whispered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat rolling off him.
He turned slowly, eyes dark, locked on mine — then lower, to the dip of my dress, to the bare line of skin he’d once kissed like a vow. “Like temptation.”
My breath caught as he closed the space between us. One hand...
“Like what?” I whispered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat rolling off him.
He turned slowly, eyes dark, locked on mine — then lower, to the dip of my dress, to the bare line of skin he’d once kissed like a vow. “Like temptation.”
My breath caught as he closed the space between us. One hand...
Alpha
BXG
Brave
Fantasy
Fated
Fated Mate
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