Third personThat night, things had escalated too quickly. One minute, Prince Rain found himself within the crowd, and the next he was back in Korra's room. Rain felt his back hit the softness of the bed. His wolf was weak, but he didn't stop fighting. Raze hated another's touch more than anything else. He wasn't just the king of wolves who was jealous over his mate, but also the kind who was jealous over things of his mate, and he, their body, was one of those, if not the most important. So he didn't stop struggling. He pushed Kora off him when she tried to take off his clothes, but eventually she was stronger. The more time passed, the weaker he became."Oh, come off it, Rain… we both know you want this.""No… get away," Rain stammered, his breath heavy as he struggled to get his words out. His body was reacting; his pheromones were all over the place. He was wet, ready to be taken, and would allow Cealan to ravish him in the best way possible, but it was Karine… her touch was not
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