Wheeling Gull Isle xxii. when the past ain't been that friendly to you but there's magick in that
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She sank, boneless, limp as it throbbed through her, into the sand and her mate's embrace. It originated in the fresh wound upon her neck, each pulse of her heart sending a wave of heat crashing through her: vestiges of pain, overridden by satisfaction and something intense, instinctive. 

Dazed as she was, it took several long moments - her eye shut, trembling body tucked into her perzys - to identify it. The urge burned underneath each breaking wave, swirling currents in the depths of her being: submission. 

It would not abate, ceaseless in its torrent, not now that she'd given herself so intimately to the fallen Prince. Not until, with a soft rumble spilling from her throat, she rolled in his forelegs - underbelly and throat bared as she relaxed into Daegon's affection.
"Even princesses and she-wolves bleed."
"Common." "Lirean."
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