Covet (Crave, #3)

by Tracy Wolff

“Don’t discount your feelings for him just because you didn’t know him forever. It’s about how you know a person, not how long.”

“For the love of God, please, please, pleeeeeeease put those boys out of their misery.”

mated to Hudson instead of my actual boyfriend

MATED is a whole lot stronger than just your boyfriend

There I go, assuming Hudson even wants to be mated to me.

“How? How could it actually be worse? I mean, who’s doing the cooking?” They give me identical looks of horror as they both answer at the same time. “The vampires.”

Tracy this id for you. Why the hell would you mske the vampires cook? THEY DONT EAT

Maybe everything isn’t as screwed up as it seems.

No

Well, everyone except Macy, who’s waving like she’s trying to flag down a bush plane in a snowstorm.

We lovd macy

“Anyone up for chess later?” The two of them have been playing chess a couple of times a week. I think Hudson asked her to play with him the first time to take her mind off Xavier, and she accepted because she felt bad that everyone gave him such a wide berth. But lately, I’ve caught her googling chess moves when she thinks I’m not looking, and I know she’s started to really enjoy their friendship. “You better believe it,” she replies around a mouthful of cheesecake. “One of these days, I’m going to kick your ass.” “Pretty sure you’re going to have to remember how to move your knight first,” he shoots back. “Hey, it’s complicated,” she tells him. “Waaaaay harder than checkers,” Eden teases her

I love macy and Hudsons friendship

“I’ll play with you, Macy,” Mekhi calls from his spot at the end of the table. “Hudson’s not the only master strategist at the table.” “No, but I am the only one with my own chess table,” Hudson tells him. Eden snorts. “Not sure that’s something to brag about, Destructo Boy.” “You’re just jealous, Lightning Girl.” “Damn straight.” She grins. “I want to be able to blow shit up with just a wave of my hand.” He lifts a brow. “You mean you can’t?”

“What are you reading now?” he asks. Hudson holds up the book. “A Lesson Before Dying.” “A little late for that, isn’t it?” Flint asks, and after a shocked pause, everyone cracks up. Especially Hudson.

When you laugh or you think sometjingsfunny you look at the person you like most in the group to see if they think its funny too

“I’m hurting you, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.” “So don’t.” It’s my turn to reach out and grab on to him. “Don’t do this. Please.” “It’s already been done.

All i can think of is the delana brake up seen

I gasp. “I’ve never told anyone about Miss Velma’s oatmeal cookies.” His eyes meet mine. “You told me.”

“Is that what you want?” I whisper over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. “To break the bond?” He leans back again and asks, “Would that make you happy?”

ill answer for him. No it wouldnt

“Grace.” He sounds weary as he says my name, like everything about me, about this, is too much effort for him. It gets my back up, even before he continues. “Can we skip this fight if I acknowledge that I am aware that you are fully capable of doing anything you put your mind to? And I’m still going to walk you to your room.”

I fall into step behind him, appreciating the way he always keeps his stride short for me so that I don’t have to scramble to keep up.

Because something about it, something about the snide comments (on both sides) and the bickering back and forth, sometimes it feels an awful lot like…foreplay.

I meannnnnn

“You said you were researching mating bonds tonight,” I say, my breath barely a whisper above the pounding of my heart. “Exactly what were you trying to discover?” His gaze holds mine for several beats before he tells me, “How to break them.”

We all know he wants nothing to do woth braking their bond . But if thats what grace wants hs would do anything to nake her happy

Hudson: Maybe I was too hasty about the snow angel thing…

“Here I thought you were trying to break a rib or two,” I joke. “And get myself on the Vega brothers’ shit list?”

I guess I grew so used to him being in my head all the time that I just expect him to be wherever I need him to be. Which is ridiculous and a habit I definitely need to break.

I think we both know he would follow you to the end of the earth. He will be anywhere you need him. All you gotta do is ask. He would drop everything at the drop of a pin for you

“A warm-up?” he repeats, totally deadpan. “Right. Wouldn’t want you to strain anything. Like the truth, for instance?”

;)

no one has ever hand-picked a bouquet for me before—that

Oh my God. I feel sick. If I was right and the guy Flint had been talking about, the one he’d been in love with his whole life, was Jaxon… That means, all this time, Flint’s heart was breaking, thinking Jaxon wouldn’t choose him—when all this time, he couldn’t. Because of me.

Buuuuuut now they can get on it

“Let me guess,” I tease. “Monsters, Inc.?” He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Actually, I’m more of a Beauty and the Beast kind of guy.”

Awwww thats really cute

Yes. Yes you do. SO get on it

“You and Hudson have already suffered enough. But one way or another, war is coming. We just need to make sure we’re ready for it.”

So help me tracy if you kill anyond ill be out for your blood

Not Every Dog Has Its Day

“If you get in the middle of this, it’ll only make him look weak.” “He is weak!”

“That’s some serious faith you’ve got in your mate there, Grace.”

Thats what im saying. Mekhi gets me

“Oh, hey!” My voice is about three notes higher than usual as I try to pretend that he didn’t just catch me imagining him half naked while staring at his I-can-fuck-you-senseless-several-times-in-a-row bed.

“My Grace,” he whispers so softly that I’m not sure if I imagined it or not. Right before he cups my cheek in the palm of his hand and leans forward.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Go to War”

“but I know how sensitive you are to heat. Feel free to turn it down if you need to.” I was totally referring to the day he burned his hand in my doorway, but as his eyes turn to molten lava, it’s clear he took my words to mean something else entirely. “I’m all for seeing how much heat I can take, Grace. As long as you’re the one dishing it out.” A devilish grin lifts one side of his mouth

Damn foreshadowing

“Babe, if people kept coming to kill you and you couldn’t run away but you could use earth magic, what would you do?”

You are too cute. And the fact that he is immortal only makes it cuter

Ill say

“I have to admit, I’m impressed,” Hudson jokes. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” “That’s the problem,” I tease. “Everybody always underestimates me.” “A lot of people do,” he says, and he sounds a lot more serious than I intended him to. “But I never have.” “What does that mean?” I ask, sending him an arched look. “It means I’ve never met anyone like you before, Grace. I think you can do anything you want to do.”

Im imagining hudsons darkish room completely filled with pink streamers and ballons and what not

;)

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to do something we both regret.” He won’t, though. No matter how mad or hurt he is, Hudson would never do anything I didn’t want him to do. Anything I didn’t give him permission to do. But we’re stuck, and I can’t unstick us. With all that I’ve lost this year, my defenses are too high. I can’t let anyone walk into my heart again—they’re going to have to crash in. Maybe that’s why Hudson and I have always been more comfortable sparring than speaking. It’s like we each recognize how high our walls are and what it will take to eventually tear them down to let the other in. And so I do the only thing I can do—I push him over the edge. “Oh yeah?” I ask, and it’s as much dare as it is question. “And what if I want you to? What would you even do?” I get one moment—one moment—to see all that emotion jump the chain he holds it on. And then he’s moving toward me, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. “This,” he snarls, right before he slams his mouth down on mine.

I should probably work on that…later.

Hudson’s gaze narrows on me. “If Cyrus harms anyone I love, I will end his miserable existence.”

The fact he wouldnt have bedn able to say that a yer ago

Hudson decided to come after my heart tonight with this little move, and I’ve decided the only response I’ve got is to take no prisoners. And this dress, with its deep, deep V back is going to hit him somewhere a little lower than his heart…

Go on finish your sentence

“Glass slippers are so last fairy tale.” “Oh yeah?” He moves even closer, his eyes kindling as they sweep over me from head to toe. “What about underwear?” I lift a brow in perfect Hudson Vega fashion. “I’m pretty sure that depends on the girl.” And just like that, his eyes darken, the heat in them going from a blaze to an inferno in the space between one heartbeat and the next. “What kind of girl are you?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. I let the question linger in the air for one second, two, before leaning in so that my lips brush along the line of his jaw right before I whisper back, “There’s only one way to find out.”

“Your turn.” He shakes his head. “I’ve got everything I need.” The fact that he’s staring at me when he says it doesn’t make my stomach flip at all.

I’m pretty sure you’re a living, breathing library. And not just like a regular community library. Like the Library of Alexandria.” “You think I’m like a library that burned to the ground?” Now he looks more than offended.