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My unborn child just Chuck Norris’d my bladder so hard I pissed myself. I snorted as I wiped. I bet that was Sloane’s kid. I’d put money on it.
“Bravery doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. Bravery means you accept that fear and let it fuel your purpose. It’s okay to be scared. You just can’t let that fear rule you, brother. Let it fucking guide you to achieve your goals.”
Was the hero of this story really a black mouse with the soul of Napoleon Bonaparte? It was looking more and more like yes, yes he was the fucking hero.
“In the darkness, you’re my sunshine. You’re the sun at dawn, chasing the shadows from my wicked soul. I love you, and I’m so sorry, kitten.”
“My gods, you’re the most beautiful woman in creation. How are you mine?”
What are you wearing? Where did you get a fuzzy pink robe with”—he leaned in to get a closer look—“are those snails?”
I kept a cautious level of hope, not enough to be dangerous. Just enough to keep going.
I was just a dickhead who’d somehow gotten lucky enough to win the love of a woman who had never asked me to be anyone different—but she made me want to be.
“Put those damn clothes on!” When the sounds of his steps stopped, I smiled. Freaking buttlord.
I trailed behind him, laughing at the way his whole body shook with excitement, like a big, scaly puppy. It was especially funny when he shifted to his human form and his ass continued to shake. There was no way he even realized he was still doing it and I wasn’t about to tell him.
I mean, he was strong, but surely there was no way he was going to lift all two hundred plus pounds of me out of a lake like I was nothing more than a— “Oof!” My feet hit solid ground as water ran down my body, and I looked at Sloane like he was Thor or some shit.
‘You’re worried about Sloane, so you’re a protector, right? You see things and warn me. You’re like a knight. You’re Faris. That’s what it means, ya know. In Mom and Dad’s language. It’s super cool.’ ‘Faris,’ he whispered. ‘I love it.’
Perhaps you should make yourself useful, mindfucker, and see if you can establish a mental connection with our woman!”
Napoleon has got balls
This was bullshit. There wasn’t even mac and cheese here.
Number Fifty was just staring at me. He’s probably jealous. I’d be jealous too, if I was staring at me.
Was this male, who was already marked for death, honestly standing here and saying nice things about my fucking woman? Because yeah, she does have a big juicy ass!
Seeing her go to these lengths to defend one of her mates was hands down the number one hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Your dick?” I questioned. “Why the hell does your dick hurt?” “Well, because of that needle,” he replied, looking at me like I’d lost my mind. “You said dense muscle.”
Leave it to Faris to bring the comic relief in the middle of battle 😂
Throwing my head back, I released the battle cry. “Long live King Bram!” I dipped and weaved through our enemies, kicking kneecaps and taking ball shots, and punching people in the throat. It was my life’s calling to be an assassin like this.
I didn’t know why she wanted that vaccine, but I didn’t want her to have anything that she wanted ever again. I didn’t care if it was two-ply toilet paper—she wasn’t having it.
What the hell was I thinking, having a seven-way after a damn battle? It seems I was still Saige, peen witch and snake tamer.
“I can’t believe this is happening. Like, it’s really happening, Fish. I’m fucking terrified.” I laughed. “The man who knows no fear is scared of a couple tiny baby girls?”
“What do you want me to tell Miranda?” Saige asked, lifting a brow. Khol grinned. “Tell her what I wish to say to her isn’t appropriate for my daughter’s ears.”
“Listen to me, you fancy-dicked, knotted-up, breeder stallion sons of bitches!” Goldie growled
I never saw myself being sexually involved with a demon who has a loose butthole, but here we are.”
“In my family’s language, it means safe, secure, complete. Or peace. I feel all of those things when I look at her.” I smiled. “Salem. I love it, Gup.”
“It feels like I’m swimming in a sea of sadness without a life jacket. Like, I’m trying very hard to stay above water… but sometimes it would be easier to stop kicking because I’m just so tired. But I’m scared to sink.”
“You might feel like you need to sink or swim. That’s black or white thinking. You’re forgetting you have a third option.” I looked back at my shifter, confused. “What do you mean?” Kai leaned in and wiped my wet cheek, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Float. There’s nothing wrong with biding your time and resting. Just float for a while, Cub.
“Oh good! You’re up. I can put on my jams now.” She shouted at Alexa to “Play my fuck around and find out playlist,”
I sighed deeply as she handed me a large mug with stupid snail peens all over it.
Rick and I are going to do a little Vegas trip and I want to be smooth as a whistle to receive his meat missile.”
