" Selma flushed and stamped her foot. “Trey? Trey?” Finally he spared the whining woman a glance. He’d only been half listening to the conversation, as he’d been too busy nuzzling Taryn’s neck, breathing in her exotic scent. As he licked over his claiming mark, a tremor ran through her. "
― Suzanne Wright , Feral Sins (The Phoenix Pack, #1)