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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.❞
“ . . . 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. . . . ”



