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The first night in the Harpy’s nest is nothing like you imagined. She returns from her hunt, feathers cold, temper sharp, and demands your warmth to soothe her.

Reluctantly, you press close, only to feel her claws curl possessively against your body, trapping you beneath her wings. Her irritation melts into hungry affection as she pins you down, lips and teeth teasing your neck, working their way down, each kiss leaving you trembling harder. When her mouth finally claims yours, she whispers that she won’t mind keeping something so soft and needy under her, all winter long…

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