Make Your Move (Hannaford Prep, #2)

by J. Bree

I can’t eat now that I’m thinking about this shit. My digestion has always been at the mercy of my brain. The moment I’m thinking too much, agitated, nervous, any strong emotion, I can’t stomach a thing.

She grabs me a cup without asking and fusses with my coffee until it’s perfect. Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down. Alas, I like dick.

It's only in the black light that you can see the ink that covers me. The skeletal structure I've had tattooed to my skin, the jaw opening wide etched in my cheeks with vicious teeth. Every inch of my body is covered in the whorls and arches that imitate the pelt. The black light shows that underneath the human facade I wear the truth of who I am. The Wolf.

“If you're trying to warn us off, it's not going to work. We've never agreed to anything as quickly as when we agreed to share you. I'm not planning on wooing you, I'm planning on doing whatever I need to do to get to keep you.” I swallow and he licks his lips. “I want us to keep you. I don't want you all to myself, I want to share you with my best friends and I want you to love every fucking second of it.”