Wicked Cravings (The Phoenix Pack, #2)

by Suzanne Wright

Sure, Jaime had a major thing for Dante, but damn it, a female had her pride.

And guys, as all women knew, must not be granted power over women and be able to rob them of their self-respect. That would create a total imbalance in the universe and could not be allowed.

In their culture, two people enjoying intimacy was a beautiful, natural, very basic thing and answered their primal need for touch—social and sexual. There was always an exchange of respect and pleasure.

“At one point, you practically stalked poor Dante.” “Stalked?” echoed Jaime. “No, I just watched him. At night. From behind a bush. Using night-vision goggles.”

Glory’s like a bowling ball. She gets picked up, fingered, and thrown in the gutter, and yet she still comes back.”

“It’s not that I’m ignoring you. I’ve just lost interest in the conversation.”

He so wanted to spank that female’s ass—and hard. Maybe spanking that little attitude out of her would make her finally stop baiting him and rebelling against his every order.

“Sometimes people need to have something moved from their reach before they realize how much they want it.”

“He’s not just an alpha male. He’s an Alpha of a pack.” Shock made Jaime’s eyes widen. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. So you see the problem.”

Jaime’s motto was that it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“I could draw blood with my nipples they’re so damn hard.”

“That confirms it: happiness is a drink called tequila.”

It wasn’t huge in a way that looked unnatural; it was just on the right side of well-endowed.

She had never felt so full in her life, and damn, it hurt, but it was a good hurt.

“It would be the biggest turn-on ever to take you from behind and see my name on your ass.”

Mattering to him wasn’t the same as him caring about her. Knowing that she was second in his life was hard, particularly because he came first to her.

“You might be standing right there, but you’re not actually with me. Your head’s somewhere else, just like always. Sorry to see that spending time with me bores you so much.”

I don’t believe kids should pay for their parents’ mistakes.”

A huff escaped the old woman standing near the door. “If your wolf wasn’t insane and you weren’t such a liability, you wouldn’t have to, would you.” “Uh-oh,” said Jaime. “Greta’s mouth is open and words are spilling out. That can’t be good.”

have been exactly like my mother was at the end: going through the motions, existing, but not living. Is it really that awful that I don’t want anything to happen to you?”

Fear is a basic survival mechanism. It helps you stay alive. It’s an automatic response that dumps adrenaline into the bloodstream, which helps us.”

“Don’t you touch me, Flintstone, this is your fault! Don’t think we’re playing Hiding Pedro ever again!”

This ass is mine. Mine to look at, and touch, and bite…and fuck.”

You are strong and caring and kind and, yes, a bitch. You’re my bitch. I’m proud that you’re mine, and I want everyone to know that.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk,” he promised her. “Just as soon as you beg for it.” Jaime’s mouth fell open. “What?” “You heard me. Beg for it.” “Oh you sack of shit!”