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" You’re mine, Taryn, and you’re not going anywhere. I need you here with me, and I need your brand on me. Do it, Taryn! Give it to me!” Whining in defeat, Taryn lifted her head and sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. It took everything Trey had not to come there and then. “Fuck, yeah. More!” She raked her claws down his back, just like she and her wolf had wanted to from the beginning. “Again, Taryn!” This time she bit down on his shoulder but she didn’t release him, and he loved the possessiveness of that act. Pounding into her even harder, he demanded, “Come for me, Taryn.” He clamped his teeth over his claiming mark and she screamed around the flesh of his shoulder as her climax tore into her. That together with her muscles closing around his cock had him erupting inside her once again. And that was when it happened. "
― Suzanne Wright , Feral Sins (The Phoenix Pack, #1)
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" Besides, you hate shopping.” “No, I don’t.” “It’s not like we’re only visiting one store. There’s going to be a lot of browsing around shoe stores and boutiques and going bag-hunting in the mall. You wouldn’t last five minutes in that jungle.” “Hey, I wear clothes, I’ve seen women’s clothes. I’m pretty sure I could cope in a mall.” “Trey, let me cast your mind back to the time when as a punishment for being a bastard I took you to Victoria’s Secret and tried on a load of lingerie for you, but then never bought any.” His pained expression made her smile. “You remember how you were sweating and huffing and puffing and asking how long before we could go home?” “That was because you’d just made me watch you model all kinds of kinky shit, got me hard as a rock, and then expected me to walk without being in agony. "
― Suzanne Wright , Feral Sins (The Phoenix Pack, #1)