He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.

Chloe, wake up. I really, really, really need to pee.”I moan and sink deeper into Jorge’s arms, pulling my hand back.“Chloe, wake up. I’m dying here. I have to pee.”Ugh, why won’t that voice go away? I crack my eyes open and see Ringo by the bed prancing around doing the doggy version of a potty dance.Ringo starts prancing toward the bedroom door. “Thank goodness. I’ve got to go.

Maybe she’d remember him as a pain in the ass. Or maybe, he hoped most of all, that she’d remember what she told him: “You can be a real jerk sometimes, but you’re decent.” As epitaphs went, it wasn’t bad.

I really hate you.'It was loud and clear in his brain. 'Your first words. How sweet.' 'Get out of my head. You’re not invited.'This is how Changelings communicate as wolves. Get used to it.' He picked his way through the bushes to get closer to her – although he was prepared to dodge if she decided to bite him again. 'Are you okay?'My head hurts. No thanks to you.'Yeah, well my ass hurts. No thanks to you.

Chase shook his head, his jaw set stubbornly. 'You say that our responsibilities to the city have to come first. Not for me. My mate has to come first, every time.

He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.

I’m no werewolf, and I’m tired of hearing the word. I’m a Changeling, okay? And either you trust me or we call it quits right here.” It was Travis’s turn to fold his arms, as if he was daring her to convince him.

Chase leaned on the table, staring Sammy straight in the eye. 'If you ever, ever try to harm my mate again, in any way, no matter how indirectly, I will find you.

He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”“I’m a cat, aren’t I?

He stepped into her line of sight and brushed the robe aside to press a tender kiss on her scarred breast. “They are part of you. I think you are beautiful with them.”“I’m not perfect like other shifters.”“I don’t want perfect because it doesn’t exist in any species.