Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

I want you to come to the restaurant of my choice, Miss Sage, he’d said in the last message. I want you to feel free to order whatever the hell you’d like. I want to sit and talk face to face to the woman whose messages I find myself reading before anything else when I start my day. I want to hear your voice, listen to your thoughts, discuss whatever interests you, and then… My breath had caught in my chest then at the sight of those three little dots, and they did the same thing now. After you’ve had your dessert, I want mine—in my house, in my room, you spread out naked across my bed, ready for me to devour from head to toe. “Devour from head to toe, Sage,” Nikki said. “Every woman wants, at some point in her life, to be devoured from head to toe by a hot alpha. You have to do this, for yourself and for womenkind. You’ll bring back crucial knowledge about what it’s like, how it feels, and whether or not we should all toss our stupid boyfriends and husbands to one side and just go for exactly that.”