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The slight sway of her hips tempted him, but there was nothing but burning temptation. The fire in his belly and loins demanded that he either quench his desire or he would burn from the inside out. This was not a new burn and to experience it so soon after the white stranger ...Kjalarr still remained unsure if he should find it a blessing or a curse. But: he was the Alpha. He was not mated, not sworn to another, and though he recalled, again, with a rush of possessiveness no doubt inspired by her hormonal perfume clouding his head and intoxicating him to the point of seeking the very thing they were made for that she favored Bain the Jarl couldn't find it within himself to care. Bain had been around, if a bit absently and as far as Kjalarr knew Ondine and him were not official. They were both adults and though her choices were him or no one at all she could make her choice. She could turn him away.

It did not occur to him that she had ulterior motives. It wouldn't have stopped him anyway even if he would have been privy to it. He smirked at the sound of her moan. God, he loved those sounds. He loved them when the stranger had made them and he loved them when Ondine made them. As he did with the stranger before Ondine, he sniffed at her, though she did not need the nudge of his nose. She moved her tail slightly to the side. It was not enough of an invitation to mount. Already becoming something of an expert on how it all worked he drew his tongue against her, tasting her, gleaming what he could that her scent alone could not tell him.