MAGNUS

I’ve always been drawn to curvy women, because I’m into rough, passionate sex.

Pumping hard and deep, mounting a wild, untamable female… like her.

None of those prim, delicate women you have to treat like porcelain.

Hannah is perfect, fuck, she has everything that makes my blood boil. I’m completely spellbound.

Her pale skin, that natural beauty and the freckles on her nose; her sincere, no-frills ways.

I’ve had to hold myself back, hard, not to pounce on her.

«Why didn’t I kiss her when I had the chance?» I scolded myself again, furious.

But I know exactly what kept me from those lips tempting me to devour them… Fenrir.

He only said his wolf was drawn to a woman with cold magic, like someone from that Winter Clan.

She fit perfectly, and she’d been in that chaotic war.

What if we had the same mate?

I kept turning that over while staring at the nape of her neck, and no matter how hard I tried to picture sharing her with my twin… I couldn’t.

Not with him, not with any other male…