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Malrik's POV

It was fucking insane.

The harridan was prowled down on my bed completely naked and stroking my fucking cock. What the hell was the witch doing to my body?

My breathing hitched, flaring my nostrils as my gaze settled on the witch whose mouth twitched upward in a faint shrug ' eyes. My fists slowly relaxed as I felt cool water washing through my skin; a steady thrum ran through my veins down between my thighs, and I watched the harridan.

That wouldn't work on me. My boots slammed against the tiles as I closed the distance between us. "What are you doing?" My wolf howled, raging...