She really needed to stop reading romantic suspense because now horror stories from authors like Shiloh Walker were on her mind and a little too vivid for what she needed at the moment.
Words were far more powerful than most believed.
She was the last lightning-struck without a mate, and therefore, human.
It wasn’t every day that a lion shifter next in line to the throne, dealing with a possible uproar and war in his Pride, found himself a soon-to-be father with a not-so-human potential mate after he’d left her all alone because he’d been forced to hurt her. There weren’t any manuals for this sort of thing...
Telling a male lion not to be a lion wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world.
They sat down to eat after Honor set the table. He knew she wanted to help in some way, but there was no way he’d let her near the stove. “Stop grinning at me like that,” she said after she swallowed her first bite. “Yes, you’re an amazing cook, and I love eating your food, but that smile means you’re thinking about how I’m not allowed near your stove. It was one time, Jacks. One time.” “You burned the pot, Honor. Boiling water. Water, Honor.
She wanted this man. Now. Later. More than once.
Tyler?” Brayden asked, and Tyler shook his head to clear thoughts that were going way too fast for him. “Sorry, yes, we’ll just deal with my issues now,” Tyler finally answered. “But, whatever it is that’s bothering you, I hope you know I’ll help if you need it.” “I don’t know if I like this new caring-brother thing you’re doing.” “Hey, I’ve always been caring, just a bit of an ass at times.” “At times?” Brayden smiled.
What did I say about interrupting?” “You’re cute when you’re feisty.” “I swear to God when men say something so degrading, I just want to slap the hell out of them. You’re very, very lucky that I’m here to help you and not to kill you.” “So, you’re an elf assassin now, are you?” “Oh, peppermint balls!
Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She’s pretty, and she smells nice.
What happened? Who do I need to kill?
I cannot lose you. Don’t you get that? You weren’t supposed to be mine. I am, and will always be, too dangerous for you, but I’m selfish and want you anyway. Now that I have you, you cannot leave me. I’m not letting you go – and.
Tyler had bandaged her burns, and she had soothed his bruises. They hadn’t made love, though she knew they’d both wanted to. But sometimes those aches and pains were a little too much to get in the mood.
Jackson opened his eyes as Tyler smiled. “You know broody is in right now,” his sheriff brother said with a grin. “Just get some vampire teeth or shift into a wolf and any woman would have you.” Jackson growled, and Tyler nodded again. “Yep, Jacks, growl just like that for the ladies, and they’ll come right to you.
She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. “More licking. Less talking.
Soon their child would start talking and expressing his thoughts. After all, their son was amazing. “You’re doing it again,” Bay accused with a laugh in her voice. “You’re doing that whole rooster thing where you thrust your chest out and show off your son, proving that your p-e-n-i-s can be wielded like the mightiest of swords.
Sounds like a plan. Pat, we’re going up to the attic. If we don’t come out in a couple hours, the boxes ate us.” Pat raised a brow and settled Micah against her shoulder as Finn quietly climbed to sit next to her. Again, that slight pain sliced through her at the sight of the now solemn little boy who used to smile with the greatest of ease. “If you’re afraid of a little dust, I have no hope for you,” Pat teased, and Bay stuck out her tongue like the tough Enforcer mate she was.
Bay nodded. “I guess he’s not going to know if I don’t really say what’s on my mind.” Mel’s eyes danced with laughter. “I think that’s the thing with most men and women. They need to be told.
He was inked on her skin, on her soul, on her heart. He was hers. Forever.
Don’t start, Brynn. I’m not in the mood to deal with your logic.