Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
Reed couldn’t have agreed more with his wolf. Tonight the three of them would spend the night in the same house. He just hoped they were together in the same bed when they did it. Preferably naked and sweaty with lots of intimate touching.
Must. Be. Stronger. Than. Tequila. Oh, honey, how many times have those words been said?
First, there will be no kidnapping. I know you’re stronger and bigger and have magic and crap, but I’m drawing the line at kidnapping.
Amara would never let them go, even if there weren’t a bond. That was what she vowed to herself right then. She’d fight for this, fight for them. They were worth it. And with the way they looked at her, she was just starting to figure out that she was worth it, as well.
No matter what scars you have, Sierra, you’l always be beautiful. No amount of ink or scars will make your skin anything but perfect to me.
I sound like a sulky teenager, don’t I?” “You’re more angsty than Edward Cullen on a sunny day.” Their laughter filled the car, releasing the ball of nervousness that churned in her stomach during the ride. No matter what she did, there would be a fight. Resigned, Mel took a deep breath.
Wait, hear me out.” She quirked a grin at him as she said it. “If we both go into this knowing that, no matter what, we remain friends and we know there is no future beyond remaining as close as we are, we can do this. That way, we both get what we need and can keep things how they are. What do you say?
This woman could make a saint sin.
It’s how we work,” his brother said simply. “I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt.
He’s lost everything once, and now, he wasn’t sure if he had anything left to lose.
I think we’re just hitting the age where we’re too old to figure out what the hell we want but know we need to find it someway.