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Blessed With My Presence

Cyrus

I am hot. And not just physically, because of course I am, but hot as in angry. Also, not hot as in the sight of my mate torching my car out of anger. Damn, she's a brat and I love it. She stands staring at my SUV proud, her big, wavy hair flowing in the breeze, as other shifters start to mov...