Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

"I'm gonna kill him up good and make a bonnet out of his head. I always fancied the idea of myself in a bonnet."

“Oh by all the stars and the divine throne of Solaria whose seat is graced by the most wondrous ass of- ahhhhh!”

the flecks of silver within them seemed to glint at me.

If you’re ever lucky enough to find what I have found, then you will realise you would give up everything to keep it.

She was mine and I was hers and that was all I needed in the whole wide fucking world.

“Point being, Rosalie can’t do what needs to be done because of how her pussy pitter patters around him. So we need to deal with it for her. You catch my drift?” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Is my coconut bobbing your way? Is my raft sailing up your river? Is my cockerel crowing at your window? Is my spider crawling up your drainpi-”

I wanted to visit that bird sanctuary set up by a Vega princess - before all the dooms and glooms fell on Solaria

“Stop pouting.” I pointed at Roary and his broody sexiness. “You want her? Then lay your claim. Are you a Lion or a lampshade?”

“Shall we do a quick green light list just so I’m fully prepared the next time we’re hard?” I asked casually, but he didn’t answer so I went on. “Alright, I’ll start with my green light list. You can fuck me any way you like but if you’re gonna knock on my back door, then sometimes I can get a bit aggro. As in, you might have to beat me down to do it. It’s my Alpha instincts. I like it once I’m down though. But I don’t go down easy. I kinda turn into a savage animal. One guy lost a leg. Actually…I don’t remember the last time someone got me down. I think it was that Bear Shifter who had me shift into a four titted leprechaun. Or it might have been the Cerberus who had me shift all my orifices into vaginas. All of them, shadow man. All of them.” I pointed at my ear as Ethan’s upper lip peeled back.

That was easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Speaking of which, I tugged a lemon from my pocket and gave it a little squeeze. Nice.

“I’m not the man you fell for, I’m the monster he became. I don’t play nice with my prey and you’re the best hunt of my life. If I get my claws into you, I won’t let go, and I’ll leave my mark for everyone to see.”

I looked back to the floor beneath him and my frown deepened. Where’s the potato? Plunger started humming as he did a weird half waddle towards the exit and my eyes almost bugged out of my face as I watched him go. Where. Is. The. Potato???

"I want you all the fucking time," he replied angrily as I kept moving away and he stalked after me, the hunter in him rising to the bait as I presented myself as a target to the beast beneath his skin. "I think about you every moment of every day. I get lost in the memory of your flesh against mine and I lose my mind trying to figure out the truth behind the lies you spin. I watch you whenever you're near and I obsess over you when you're not. The whole time you were in the isolation unit, I was burning up inside from the pain of your betrayal and the knowledge that no matter how much I punished you, it wouldn't come close to erasing the ache in me for you. You're a thorn which has worked its way beneath my skin, Twelve, and I've found that I enjoy the feel of you there too much to even try and pull you out."

"That all of your damage is what makes you so beautiful to me. It's not the face you show the world, it’s the hurt you've overcome to claim your crown. I can see the pain of my own past in you and so much more besides. You're a warrior, a survivor and you're more beautiful for every mark upon your flesh."

“Stop. Blowing. Bubbles. Up. My. Ass,”

“We’re small, salty balls, floating in a bag. Once we’re torn into, we’ll fly everywhere, getting under the seats and lost between people’s shoes. And no one cares. No one’s gonna go searching for a peanut.” I shook Cain, trying to make him understand. “But Ethan and Roary are cashews. The premium nut. The kind of nut you go searching for, the kind you blow the fluff off of when you find it on the floor so you can still eat it. But we’re peanuts, fang boy, peanuts!”

But I don’t wanna be a peanut, Mason, I wanna be a cashew.”

silver flecks

Of course…there was that time five years ago when Gabriel had made a prediction that was soooooooo wrong that it had caused a lot of bad shit to happen. Like so, so, so bad. The worst. But it was all cool. At least it was for those of us who had survived it which happened to include me. I trusted him. He was my dude.