Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

“You want to put this on me?” I asked, cringing back, not wanting to know the answer but unable to stop myself. “No—” he started to say. “Yes, he does. He’s fucking lying if he says otherwise. He wants his fangs in your skin and his steel around your neck, all of the symbols that you belong to him, because that’s the way it works for us.” Scarlet smiled, but there was something hard, vulnerable, and yet utterly merciless in it. “When we fall in love with a sub, when we give them our heart, we’re the bastards who want to lock them down, claim them, show every fucking person that sees them how much they belong to us and us alone.” She stepped closer then, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Ours to play with, ours to please, ours to drive out of their fucking mind, ours to hold close and put back together, because it’s only then that we feel truly connected, not one thing between us. That’s what this represents. It’s more permanent than a wedding ring. They can be taken on or off at will, but not this. It’s an eternity ring, though it doesn’t always last that long.” Scarlet’s voice was a low rasp now, real sorrow colouring the words. “But when we put it on someone, we think it will.” I swallowed, my fingers gripping the metal tight, but it felt too cold, too hard, too impervious as I did so. I’d come back to skin for this? To have my nose thrust into whatever the hell fucking arrangement he’d set up with Chloe? I shoved the collar back into Scarlet’s hands and then turned on my ...