M-Slaves to our Instincts
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His form was already coiling, each sarcastic, hateful little move she made, the tone of her voice, everything. She would just throw it all away this easily. Saluce’s mind recoiled in anger, he didn’t need to understand her words, except her posture. If she had asked he would have told her honestly that there was nothing going on, but now oh whatever it was, it was over. His mind made the mental clicks, already throwing off his connection with her, seeing her only as an ungrateful female.

As soon as she took her posture on the ground, his growl grew louder, still holding back, but when her remark came, his body unleashed. A coiled piece of steel that had been compressed too much, his body leapt at her, his teeth flashing, seeking to scar her face.


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