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268 pages, Paperback
First published June 2, 2021
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Can Contain Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Soft. Tender. The way no one had ever touched me, because who bothered to be careful with someone like me?
“Make me feel like I’m a fucking person, okay?” I choked out. “Like it matters to you. Like I—like I fucking mat—”
“I think I could make you come without fucking you at all,” he said, like he’d read my goddamn mind. He kissed the nape of my neck. “With kisses.”
Fuck, fuck… I’d never wanted someone to play with me like this. And I hadn’t wanted to find out how much I loved it.
I wanted to get even closer, until he absorbed me into his strength and solidity. Melt into him. Let him hold me and stroke me and caress me forever.
“Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “I can feel it.” It, me, him.
Bound together.
“I love you.”
Calder’s eyes flicked back to mine, and his brows drew together dangerously. “Don’t.”
I pulled back a little more, so that he could get the full force of my glare. “Fuck you, Calder! Don’t, what? Don’t express normal human emotion? You told me you loved me! Are we only allowed to say that shit when one or both of us is experiencing massive fucking organ failure?”
❝I haven’t had a lot of choices for a long time. And when I did, I always chose wrong.❞ My throat clicked as I swallowed. ❝I get one last choice.❞
I didn’t matter to them, and I didn’t matter to anyone here, and so I had to matter to me. Right? I had to.
❝Yep, definitely a missing spleen,❞ Arik said with—in my opinion, anyway—unnecessary satisfaction, taking his hands off of my bare torso and sitting back on his heels. ❝I think he took half your liver, too. That grew back,❞ he added in response to my look of horror.
❝Important stuff,❞ Nate muttered derisively. ❝I guess Matthew’s knot in his ass qualifies as important.❞
Oh, gods. I choked, tried to cover it with a cough, and ended up red-faced and wheezing when that went sideways and made me have a coughing fit for real.
❝Fuck you, Calder! Don’t, what? Don’t express normal human emotion? You told me you loved me! Are we only allowed to say that shit when one or both of us is experiencing massive fucking organ failure?❞
❝You’re saying he isn’t Jared Armitage,❞ Calder shot back. ❝Until you admit that he is, stuff it up your ass.❞
“This is going to sound so fucked to a human. I’m sorry. But you’re mine. I found you, I brought you home, I carried you out of there. That makes you mine. Not in a creepy way! But, like…I can’t explain it any other way.”
Mine. Bone-deep warmth spread through me as I blinked at him in disbelief. Reassuring, maybe. Protective and more welcome than I could admit. But creepy? Hardly. My creepy-o-meter had been reset so far into the red that a werewolf declaring some kind of claim on me didn’t even nudge it.
Besides, the way he’d described it didn’t sound creepy so much as…
“Like a stray cat?” That thought didn’t sting as much as it should’ve. Maybe I’d run out of self-respect, too, along with nerve sensation and memories, but better a stray cat brought home and petted than a starving alley cat left to die.
“No! It’s not pity!”
“Okay,” I said.
Drew frowned, his thick dark brows drawing together. “Just ‘okay’?”
“Yeah. Okay.” I could accept it. Pet or not, whatever. I didn’t have the energy to worry about it. Besides, I still had that cozy, heated sensation inside me, something I couldn’t really define but that diametrically opposed the feeling I’d had alone and cold and lost and starved in my bleak cell, waiting to be tortured again.
Drew shuddered, his lips latching onto the bite mark again. “It’s beautiful.” He kissed me again. “You’re beautiful. And you’re mine. Gods, you’re mine.” He sounded awestruck, as if he couldn’t believe his own luck.
“ . . . We can—coexist.”
He stared at me. “Coexist.”
I ignored the heavy overtone of skepticism.“Yeah, why not?”
“Because rabbits don’t coexist with wolves.”
“I’m—fuck you, I’m the wolf in this cell!”
“Maybe literally, but not in the analogy. . . . ”



