Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

Impressive female, I think admiringly. She will not let a male tell her what to do. I like that.

F’lor glares up at me. “Because,” she hisses. “You love T’ia—” “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.”

“Oh my god, I just realized the taters will be at the ding-ding feast. This might be the greatest day of my life.”