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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  64. EPILOGUE
  65. VISIT FOLK HAVEN
  66. SEDUCED BY A SELKIE
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  68. ALSO BY LAUREN CONNOLLY
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands dive under my shirt, her fingers clutch my back, and I groan at the delicious bite of her nails along my spine. My love doesn’t break skin, but I long for a mirror so I can admire what must be a nice set of red marks scored into me.

Then, she has my belt in her grasp, undoing the buckle. Next thing I know, my pants are unzipped and being shoved down and that soft grasp is gripping my hard length.

I pry my lips from hers, rising up enough to tell her something like …

We don’t have to.

You’re hurt.

But she’s faster than I am.

“I love you.” Zoey doesn’t whisper or let the words out on a light gasp. She declares them with utter and complete confidence. “Do you love me?”

“More than anything,” I growl in response.

She nods, a confident smile plumping her cheeks as her uninjured leg slings around my waist. A very demanding heel presses into one of my ass cheeks, urging me forward.

“Are you going to show me how much?”

The crown of me presses against her slickness, and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. But that would mean I’d have to stop staring down at her, and I can’t give up this view.

“You’re perfect.”

A red flush seeps into her cheeks, but she doesn’t deny my words.

“For you.”

Yes. Both my human half and wolf half are in complete agreement, howling together in triumph.

“For me.”

57

ZOEY

“But who is going to get us our beers?”

“Byron, I love you, but you need to grow some ovaries.”

“The phrase is, grow some balls,” Donovan points out.

“Ovaries are tough,” I point out. “Balls are sensitive. If I aimed a kick between your legs, what would you do?”

Unconsciously, my brother guards his privates with both his hands, as if he thinks I’m going to enact the hypothetical situation.

Point proven.

“Exactly. Balls make you weak. Grow some ovaries, apologize to the girl, and stop dating people at your favorite hangout spots.”

Byron grumbles while Donovan watches me with wary eyes, still trying to figure out if my question was rhetorical or not.

The four Gunner boys are gathered in the driveway, putting off their departure with an endless list of excuses. Some more valid than others.

“There’s no cell signal here! No Wi-Fi!” Carver holds his phone up to the sky, as if an extra foot of height might change things.

“I’m going to fix that.” Warner clomps down from the front porch, stepping over a napping Bruce on his way. My man looks delicious in his work boots and worn jeans. He’s left his leathers off today, in work mode.