Wicked Cravings (The Phoenix Pack, #2)

by Suzanne Wright

And he knew right then that he was seriously close to loving this female, if he didn’t already.

his claiming mark would look perfect right there. And he would claim her, would ensure that she irrevocably belonged to him.

She responds to Dante—he makes her feel secure. It stands to reason that she’d feel even more secure if you bonded.”

“She’d make a good enforcer. But…I think she’d make an even better Beta female.” Dante’s gaze shot to his. “What are you saying?” “Just that I’m no longer so troubled about her staying.

And she puts you first. You don’t put yourself first to anything.

Worse, his expression was completely blank. There was no devilish smile, no playful twinkle in his eyes.

“You don’t get to treat me like this! Like I’m just some faceless fuck! I’m not one of your one-night stands! I’m not one of your little sluts! I’m your mate!” He rammed every inch of his cock into her and, that easily, she fragmented.

When she felt him kiss her hair, she returned her gaze to his. His expression was patient, expectant, and resolute. He wasn’t going to budge on this. “I’m your mate.” She cried out as he rewardingly thrust once inside her. “Your mate,” she again admitted, and again he drove into her just once. She knew what he was waiting for. “And you’re mine.”

Apparently, they were prepared to band together against a common foe.

You could never have made a good Beta female. That requires loyalty, you see. That’s something you don’t know anything about. Not like Jaime. No. Our Beta female could wipe the floor with you any day.”

Dante sensed the exact moment that Jaime changed into her wolf form; he sensed her wolf’s rage, pain, anxiety, and determination, and knew she was battling someone and battling hard.

The second that feminine voice spoke—a voice he couldn’t say he’d in any way missed over the past four weeks—his mate leaped at the crate, growling and snarling at the visitor. His own wolf wasn’t pleased either. “This would be the kind thing to do,” said Laurie, her face sad and painted with sympathy. “I mean, look at her. One minute she’s huddled in a corner, and the next thing she’s like this. I’d say it’ll only be a day or so before she turns rogue. It’s not fair to Jaime.”

But Dante just couldn’t allow any harm to come to Jaime. He couldn’t.

She didn’t growl or flinch or snap at him. Instead, she relaxed a little at his touch, half closing her eyes. For him, it was the equivalent of a miracle.

he couldn’t say a word because he found himself sobbing into the crook of her neck just as she was sobbing into his.

“My wolf…She’s not healed, but she thinks of you as safe, as ‘home.’ The bond…she’s letting it center her now. Before, she was content with it, but she wouldn’t relax into it. I think if anything can heal her, it’s the bond, our bond.”