Nikolai (The Brinnswick Chronicles #2)

by Michele Notaro

Of course he’d curse like a sailor, he was an Ellwood, half their vocabulary was curse words.

Nik’s hand patting my chest brought my attention to him. “Stop growling.” “I’m not growling,” I growled out, then froze. “Oh.” He laughed. “Yeah, you’re growling.” He leaned back. “Jealous, darling?” “Yes.” I was still growling. Couldn’t seem to stop it. Sometimes being half-werewolf made for interesting conversations.

You and Gray are both so magnificent, and I didn’t want to be the flat tire in this relationship.” “That… was a strange metaphor, but I understand what you’re saying.”