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Lyra stood up, fixing her clothes and glancing at him with those big confused eyes.

She held back the urge to laugh in his face.

Her bare foot stretched out, toes brushing along her man’s exposed cock, stroking it up and down, making it throb.

“If you keep being this good, maybe I’ll give you more gifts when we reach that pack,” she smiled flirtatiously, fighting her own desires.

Drakkar swallowed hard as he watched her walk off to light the fire; the scent of her wet sex flooded him with lust and something wilder.

He touched his chest where the bond with his wolf twisted, unraveling knots and bindings.

The thought of having to part from her filled him with fear each day—wild thoughts of keeping her by his side, of tricking her into not returning home.

He got up and rushed toward the river; he needed to clear his head—and deal with the raging hard-on he was carrying.

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With both groups united, the journey to the pack was peaceful.

Lyra barely walked through the jungle, ca