Crave (Shadow Bred, #4)

by Grace McGinty

And I’d always choose Quinn’s safety over my happiness.

how could you heal from your wounds if the monster was hiding in the shadows, ready to cut you open all over again?

“When he saves you from being strangled to death, you’re allowed to be on a first-name basis.”

It was like my tongue had been possessed by the Demon of Horniness.

Can we keep them? I mouthed in his direction. He grinned back at me, before mouthing back, Absolutely.

“If you need anything”—a nest, treats, cock, my cubs—“all you need to do is ask. Murphy and I are here for the both of you.”

“So this is what it's meant to be like,” Zanny said softly, “to be cherished and cared for?”

Fuck, you’re such a pussy. I’m glad she can’t hear your thoughts like I can, because you're totally blowing that mysterious witch enigma thing you try so hard to cultivate.

“Did my pet goldfish die? Are you two getting a divorce?” I deflected awkward situations with sarcasm. My therapist and I were working through it back home.