When He's Torn (The Olympus Pride, #5)

by Suzanne Wright

“No, stop being difficult.” “I can’t. Your frustration warms the coldest parts of my soul.”

and broad and inked, he was packed with muscle. He had the eyes of a predator—focused, intense, and filled with an animal cunning that spoke to her snake.

Those same eyes were a vivid caramel-brown that looked a lustrous gold in some lighting. The angles of his ruggedly masculine face were hard and sharp. His short hair was dark as molasses, much like the light layer of scruff that darkened his strong jaw. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than his top one, and she wanted to lick both. Maybe even nibble on them a little.

“He splashed me with holy water to, and I quote, ‘see what happened.’ He claimed to be disappointed when I didn’t burst into flames.”

Not classically beautiful, but striking. Arresting. And far too fucking tempting.

There, she’d done her good deed for the decade.

“Unless you’re worried you’ll get attached?” Bailey felt her brow crease. “To what?” “To him,” replied Aspen, enunciating each word like Bailey was slow on the uptake. “Emotionally.” Bailey started to laugh. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“There’s no D in refrigerator. So why the hell is there a D in fridge? It’s not like it would otherwise have been pronounced differently, is it?”

“Remember you said you don’t hate me?” “Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me like you do.”

“I don’t think I’m superior to you. I just think you’ve been sent here to do the devil’s work, and it bothers me that you’re not fighting your fate.”

Deke studied him in the rearview mirror. “You’re not worried for her safety at all, are you?” “No,” replied Camden. “Because I know exactly how lethal your mate is. She could deck someone in one move. One. She brawls for the fucking pleasure of it—nothing more. She can kill just as fast and efficiently. She simply prefers not to, because it isn’t as fun for her. And with Therese, she won’t make it quick and clean. Bailey will punish her in a brutal fashion. And by the time she’s done, Therese will rue the day your mate was born.”