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“Admit it. You just had sex,” Alice hissed.

Cali’s jaw dropped open. “That’s none of your business,” she replied in outrage, “and how the hell did you know?”

Alice shook her head “You’re glowing orgasmically. It’s disgustingly sweet. And Kent looks ridiculously relaxed and possessive.”

Brushing her best friend away and flushing a little, Cali pretended to look for her salad tongs. “Mind your own business.”

“Fine,” Alice grumbled. “Don’t tell me all the dirty details.” She paused for a beat. Then added, “It was rear entry, wasn’t it?”

Cali almost strangled on her shock and indignation. “It was not.”

Alice chuckled maliciously. “Don’t lie to me. He has that macho glint in his eyes. I’d know that look anywhere. I’m an anthropologist, remember? And mating rituals are one of my specialties.”
― Zannie Adams, Renaissance

“Grace’s gaze skimmed over her, taking in the various marks of possession that decorated her flesh. “Well, short of having ‘Property of Trey Coleman’ tattooed on your forehead, he couldn’t have made it any clearer that he considered you his, could he?”
― Suzanne Wright, Feral Sins

“Don’t try me,” Lucian warned in my head.
“Kiss my concubine ass,” I returned in his.”
― Kristen Ashley, Until the Sun Falls from the Sky

“Rhage cleared his throat. “My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.”
― J.R. Ward, The Shadows