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442 pages, Paperback
First published October 30, 2020
His head barely comes up to the level of her armpit and he swears his waist is about the same size as either of her muscular thighs
Then the She-Wolf just leans down, grabs him under the armpits and hefts him up onto the saddle like he weighs absolutely nothing
Share! Hers! She meant the horse! Lucían blushes furiously, hoping it's not too visible between his darker skin tone and already being red from the cold.
She leans in close to his face, her eyes boring into his. "I am, after all, still the She-Wolf." Her bared teeth snap next to his ear, and she rumbles a growl that he feels through his entire body. It jolts straight to his groin and he freezes, heart skittering in his chest."
Lucían is honored and awestruck and intimidated all at once and he wants to always feel this way, never wants to stop. He desperately wants to serve the She-Wolf in ways he doesn't even understand yet but he feels it in every part of his soul.
"Good boy," she says, and he shivers at the praise.
(...) frantically reciting his vows in his head in a desperate attempt to get control over his own arousal. It would be very weird and inappropriate for a monk who has taken a vow of chastity to find it increadiby appealing to be physically overpowered and held down by his only friend, so that's definitely not what's happening.
"Never again," she vows, the hot steel of her promise dripping from her voice. "He will never have a chance to hurt you again. I will never do what he did to you, Lucían, I promise. Not even if you slip up and hurt me while we're training. I will never cast you aside.
"Mmm. Not prefer, as such, I'm not a dedicated seeker of flowers. I'm attracted to women and I'm attracted to men and sometimes I'm attracted to people who aren't either. I don't care as much about what a person is, I care about who they are. Does that make sense?