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His response was a feral rumble—the shift of his hips, the desire to drag her closer to him and fit them in a much more intimate manner. His breath huffed out softly, blowing the soft fur against her cheek before he dragged himself from her warmth, embracing the cold as one would a slap to the face.

Looking down to her, stoical and guarded, the Mayfair knew this was not a game to continue. It could not continue.

“Come on,” he coaxed, nose moving down to gingerly press to her shoulder. “Let’s see if we can find @Lestan.” He paused, ire in his words that the earthy man had not come to his summons yet. “He’s probably chasing butterflies or something.” His cousin (were they cousins? Relatives of some form) seemed a more whimsical type.

“Or @Arric. You should stay with someone else, in case a rogue tries to cross the lines…”