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He dropped his hand from my face. He looked away, staring past my shoulder toward the dark wooden walls of the den. 

He stepped back, putting two feet of space between us. The loss of his body heat was immediate. 

The silence stretched out for a long time. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the burning logs in the hearth. 

Fenris shook his head. He looked down at the stone floor. 

“I feel like a fraud,” Fenris said. The words sounded scraped raw. 

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box, and carefully picked up the dark, liquid fabric of the Luna dress. I held it against my chest. 

I looked at Fenris. 

He was standing perfectly still, watching me completely dismantle my mother and the King’s advisor in front of the pack. The dark frustration that had clouded his eyes in the den was completely gone. 

It was replaced by absolute, blinding pride. He looked at me like I was the most terrifying, beautiful thing he had ever seen 

“I will wear this,” I said to the old weaver. 

Fenris stepped forward. He didn’t care about the Valdris lord sputtering in the background. He didn’t care about the Queen shaking in anger. He stopped right in front of me, his massive presence shielding me from the rest of the room. 

He reached out and ran his thick, rough knuckles over the incredibly soft dark fabric resting against my collarbone. His hand brushed against my bare skin. 

“Four days,” Fenris rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, possessive whisper meant only for me. “I am going to tear that fucking dress off you.” 

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The physical weight of him was terrifying and completely intoxicating. 

He tore his mouth away from mine. He buried his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth scraped roughly against my pulse point, right over my collarbone. 

“Sera,” Fenris groaned. The sound was pure, unfiltered need. 

His large hands moved from the back of my thighs to the front of my pants. He grabbed the thick leather laces securing the sides of my trousers. He didn’t untie them. He just pulled. The thick leather cords snapped instantly under his sheer strength. 

He shoved his hands inside the front of my pants, pushing the heavy material down my hips. 

I arched my back against the desk. My hands tangled in his thick, dark hair. 

He bypassed my underwear entirely. He dragged the cotton aside with his thumb. His thick, calloused fingers found my wet opening. I was completely slick. He shoved two fingers deep inside my cunt in one rapid, brutal thrust. 1 

I screamed his name. The sound bounced off the stone walls. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of me, establishing a frantic, punishing rhythm. The friction of his rough skin against my swollen flesh was excruciatingly good. I ground my hips forward, chasing the heavy pressure of his hand. 

He reached down with his free hand. He grabbed the thick leather belt buckling his pants and ripped it open. The metal buckle hit the stone floor loudly. 

He was going to fuck me. Right here on the desk. 

A loud, sharp knock hit the heavy oak door. 

I didn’t even process the sound before the iron latch clicked loudly. The door swung open. 

Yvara stood in the doorway. 

She took one look at the room. She saw me sitting on the edge of the desk, my pants ripped open, my legs wrapped around her Alpha’s waist. She saw Fenris’s hand buried completely between my thighs. 

Yvara didn’t gasp. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t apologize. 

She calmly reached out and pulled the heavy door shut behind her. The latch clicked again. She just stood there, leaning her back against the wood, her face a completely deadpan mask. 

Pure, unfiltered panic spiked in my chest. 

I tried to scramble backward on the desk. I tried to pull my legs away from his waist and grab the torn edges of my leather pants. 

Fenris didn’t budge. 

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His massive weight pinned me completely in place. He didn’t pull his fingers out of me. He didn’t scramble to fix his belt. He just stopped moving. 

He slowly turned his head. He looked over his broad shoulder at his second-in-command. His pale grey 

eyes were lethal. 

“What?” Fenris asked. His voice was a deadly, vibrating threat. 

Yvara stared back at him. She crossed her arms over her leather chest plate, completely ignoring the sheer violence radiating from him. 1 

“There is something you need to see,” Yvara announced. 

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