He drew in more air and Bliss’s scent hit him the way it always did. A succubus on his psyche, it wrapped around and stroked him and his Eli with a sensual caress. Torture to his soul since she hated him.
He and his beast had always considered the elusive Bliss his mate. The “she is mine” tendency scrambled his metals at the smallest sight or scent of her. And here he was drowning in it. Oh hell, he had to enter her house. There’d be no hiding his desire for her. He’d be a silver fucking beacon in a minute.
Still, today she’d put his metal down to his grief. Shit, there went the metal, pulse, swirl, fucking swirl.
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