“That’s because I’m awesome.”
His mouth quirked. “Not telling me anything I don’t already know.”
She chuckled. “I need to go clean up.”
Enjoying holding her while looking his fill, Tate very reluctantly withdrew his softening cock and then released her. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he began shedding his clothes. By the time she’d returned, he was naked and lying on the bed. His heartbeat still hadn’t calmed, but the panting had passed.
“Did you enjoy the ceremony?” he asked.
“Yup. And the afterparty.” She took fresh panties and a long tee out of the dresser. “You?”
“Well, there was you, our families, food, music, and our pride mates. So, yeah, it was a good night. Thank you for not ending it with a barfight.”
Dressed, she smiled. “I’ll be honest, it wasn’t easy.”
“I liked watching you hold Jessie and Farrell’s baby,” he said as she sprawled over his chest. “I’m looking forward to us having our own, but I’m in no rush.” He slid his hand under her tee and slipped it into her panties to palm her ass. “I like having you all to myself. I’m not so good at sharing you. Neither is my cat. He likes having all your attention, so he wasn’t happy at the party.”
“I know, my devil sensed it. She found it amusing.”
“Oh, she did?” Tate lifted his head to nip her lower lip, trying not to smile at the cranky face his cat pulled. “She’s often amused at his expense.”
“Well, he is kind of spoiled. As are you. You both always seem so confused when you’re not getting what you want.”
“We have what we want: You.” He took her mouth in a slow, shallow, lazy kiss, feeling so fucking full. Of her, of joy, of peace.
What he felt for Havana … fuck, it was so all-consuming and bottomless he could drown in it. She was his world. Filled him up, made him whole, soothed every hurt he’d ever felt. She was imprinted on his soul and embedded so deep inside him he’d never get her out, which was exactly how he wanted it. “You know you’re everything to me, don’t you?”
“Sure I do. Just as you know you’re everything to—”
There was a loud bang downstairs followed by a familiar hiss that was quickly overrode by a bearcat-yowl.
Tate felt his jaw go hard. “They are not here. They’re not.”
Havana sucked in her lips to hide a smile.
“I warned them we wanted to be alone tonight,” he said.
“Which, in their crazy minds, was the equivalent of daring them to come here.”
“Will you two stop!” a voice bellowed. Luke.
Tate gritted his teeth. “He’s not here either. He’s just not.”
Luke cursed long and loud. “For God’s sake, let the damn mamba go before you—ow, get your teeth out of my fucking hand!”
Tate narrowed his eyes as amusement and smugness rippled down the mating bond. Unfuckingreal.
Havana gave him a little smirk. “I told you the universe—”
“No. Just no.”
Acknowledgement
Thank you so much to my unfailingly supportive family for all you do, I love you all. A mega thanks to my son for creating the cover for me - you're so amazingly talented, and I am in total awe of you. Also, thank you to my wonderful PA, Melissa, who I'd be lost without. I also have to thank my wonderful editor, Melody Guy, for all her help and guidance. Last but not least, I'd like to say a gigantic thanks to all my readers - for taking the time to read this book and for taking a chance on the series itself.
Take care,
S :)
TITLES BY SUZANNE WRIGHT
The Deep in Your Veins Series
Here Be Sexist Vampires
The Bite That Binds
Taste of Torment
Consumed
Fractured
Captivated - Anthology (Coming 2021)
Touch of Rapture (Coming 2021)
The Phoenix Pack Series
Feral Sins
Wicked Cravings
Carnal Secrets
Dark Instincts
Savage Urges
Fierce Obsessions
Wild Hunger
Untamed Delights
The Mercury Pack Series
Spiral of Need
Force of Temptation
Lure of Oblivion
Echoes of Fire
Shards of Frost
The Olympus Pride Series
When He's Dark
When He's an Alpha
When He's Sinful (Coming 2022)
The Dark in You Series
Burn
Blaze
Ashes
Embers
Shadows
Omens
Fallen
Standalones
From Rags
Shiver
The Favor
About The Author
Suzanne Wright
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing something, whether it was stories, poems, or even songs – though I can’t carry a tune. I only have one rule when I’m writing a book which is that it has to have a happy ending. Other than that, pretty much anything goes. I write stories that I would enjoy reading and then I just hope that others will enjoy them too.
I was born and raised in England where I live with my husband (a person who doesn’t judge me for hearing voices in my head – how often do you come across people like that?), and my two demanding children.