More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I will break both your hands, Tall Horn, if you touch her.” The dark, angry snarl comes from down the path, and I’m shocked to see I’rec storming towards us. And he looks pissed.
Impressive female, I think admiringly. She will not let a male tell her what to do. I like that.
We are not supposed to be mates. We are supposed to be with others. “By the ancestors,” I say, stunned. “This is a problem.” “Use stronger words,” she tells me. “We’re absolutely shit-fucked.”
It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time.
I have been chasing after the wrong female all along. Truly, my khui is far wiser than me.
“I am your dork,” I reply. A dork must be a strong-hearted hunter who knows what he wants and I am certainly that.
“You are in Icehome,” I reply. “And I am blue because my mate likes it.”
“I. Do. Not.” I bare my teeth at her. “How many times must I make it very clear that you are my mate? That when I am with you I am complete? That I lack for nothing because you are everything I have ever wanted? That the thought of touching T’ia now, when you are nearby, makes me want to chop my own hands off?”
“You are mine. If T’ia was being attacked by sky-claw and you had a splinter in your finger, I would let them chew freely upon her because your hand comes first.”
“It is because you love me and you carry my kit.” I slide closer and press a kiss to her brow. “You want to spend your nights in my furs and your days at my side.” I kiss her nose. “You love my cock. You love my spur. You love my tongue.”
R’slind makes an outraged sound and her small hand smacks me across the mouth. She. Is. Adorable. I have never been so happy in all my days.
