He’d only barely broken away and his wolf was still scratching madly to escape. Take her, it growled. You know you want her. He did. Badly. And she felt the same way. One touch and she’d be his. He could feel it. Take her now! He wanted—needed—her like a drunk needed a drink. She could set him fr...
He was a good mate: giving, loving, true. Tender, even, when the two of them were alone. Which wasn’t often enough on the ranch, where pack business always seemed to knock at the least opportune time. Not that Lana resented Ty’s job or her own growing role in leading the pack. But she sure had be...
They’d point to something, say a word, and wait for her to repeat it so they could collapse into giggles, then point again. Their language was nothing like Spanish; it was full of hard sounds and guttural stops, and even Cara seemed to have trouble replicating the sounds. The best part was watchi...