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It occurred to her that she could just label them Grumpy, Blondie, Smiley, and Burly.
Grace’s gaze skimmed over her, taking in the various marks of possession that decorated her flesh. “Well, short of having Property of Trey Coleman tattooed on your forehead, he couldn’t have made it any clearer that he considers you his, could he?”
There was a bite at the hollow of her throat, another on her inner wrist, a third one on the swell of her breast, and also claw marks on both upper arms—and those were only the ones that weren’t hidden beneath her black T-shirt, navy jeans, and black leather knee-high boots.
Ugh you got fully dressed? Even boots?
Whenever he was around her, his wolf wanted to lick every inch of her and roll around in her scent. It was dumb and it was pathetic and it made Trey want to kick his wolf’s ass.
So you want to kick your own ass?
“Punching people is managing my anger.”
“We don’t count as mates if you only act like it when it suits you. But, hey, don’t get me wrong—if putting on an act for other people is as far as it goes for you, then that’s fine. But don’t you dare throw that ‘you’re my mate’ shit at me when I won’t do what you want!”
He had frozen her out, just as she had done to him today. The feelings of rejection, anger, and desolation he had experienced earlier were things that she had obviously been suffering with all this time. In total silence.
Dominic shrugged innocently. “You like watermelon. It got me wondering…If I were a watermelon, would you spit or swallow my seed?” Some chuckled, some groaned, and Trey scowled at him.
“I can’t help it, she’s like a dictionary—she brings meaning into my life.” This time everyone groaned. “Oh, come on, that wasn’t that bad.”
In truth, he wasn’t so sure that the man in him was still detached from the mating, or even if he ever had been.
And Trey wanted Taryn to stay a little longer. Of course he hadn’t told her that.
“You know, you could just ask her to stay for good.”
Taryn rolled her eyes. Great, she was being assailed by Dumb and Dumber. She suddenly felt like the kid in Home Alone, facing Harry and Marv.
Mousy smirked. “I’m thinking that I’d like to fuck that mouth of yours.” “Sorry. I was raised to never put small objects in my mouth or I might choke.”
“Crazy bitch? Oh no, honey, I’m an angel, I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.
