Savage Urges (28 page)

When he was finally able to move, Ryan shuffled them farther up the bed. He kissed and licked her stomach. Left possessive, suckling little bites. He could feel how sated and happy she was. It was like a buzz along their connection. Now that they had this metaphysical bond, he was no longer so sure it was simply an evolutionary construct. There was something very . . . mystical about it. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Makenna and receive a smug smile.

She did a languid, feline stretch. “Love you, White Fang.”

“You’re never going to drop that, are you?”

“It’s unlikely.” She braced herself on her elbows. “What’s wrong? You’re worrying about something.”

He was. He was worried the baby would turn out anything like him. But he got the feeling Makenna would rip him a new asshole if he said that, so instead he confessed something else. “I don’t even know how to hold a baby.”

“I’ll show you when it comes.”

“I’m not good with kids.”

Smiling sweetly, she said, “You’re not good with people, period. Being chatty and friendly and open is not you. So what? Why does that have to be a bad thing? The baby won’t care; it will love you exactly as you are. And you will love the baby just as unconditionally. You will protect it and cherish it and be a total marshmallow for it. No one will believe you’re a serial killer anymore. Seriously, your street cred will be shot to shit.” His eyes gleamed and his mouth . . . curved. Wow. Her breath caught. His smile was sexy and sensual and dangerous all at once. “You’re smiling!”

He frowned. “I’m not.”

“Always so grouchy.”

Whatever. Moving up the bed, he positioned himself on his side. “Time to sleep.” Fitting her to him, he kissed her throat. “Love you, Kenna.”

“Love you too.” She snuggled deeper into him, closing her eyes. The pain of Harlow’s news was still fresh. At the same time, there was a lightness inside her. Now that she knew the truth of her past, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had her answers. They were shit and they were too sad for words, but at least she knew. Now she could truly move forward. And she could do it with her mate.

She was just dozing off when his cell phone beeped. Ryan grabbed his cell, tapped the screen a few times, and then slung it back onto the cabinet. It skidded along, knocked her compact mirror off the surface and—

Crack
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Well, shit. They both knew what that meant.

“Don’t say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna.”

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CKNOWLEDGMENTS

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s always, thanks to my family for being the most amazing people alive. It can’t be easy to have a wife or mother that follows the formula: eat, sleep, write, repeat. Your patience is awe-inspiring.

Also, a major thank you to Christopher Werner, Melody Guy, Jessica Poore, and the rest of the author team at Montlake Romance for all your help and support. You’re all awesome!

Last but definitely not least, I want to say a supremely big thanks to everyone who has read any of my books. You make all of this possible, and I’m forever grateful to you for that.

If for any reason you would like to contact me, whether it’s about the book or you’re considering self-publishing and have any questions, please feel free to e-mail me at
[email protected]
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Take care,

Suzanne Wright, Author

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BOUT THE
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Photo © 2012 Steven Wright

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uthor Suzanne Wright, a native of England, can’t remember a time when she wasn’t creating characters and telling their tales. Even as a child, she loved writing poems, plays, and stories; as an adult, Wright has published thirteen novels:
From Rags
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Burn
,
five Deep In Your Veins novels,
five books in the Phoenix Pack series, and the first book in the Mercury Pack series. Wright, who lives in Liverpool with her husband and two children, freely admits that she hates housecleaning and can’t cook but that she always shares chocolate. Visit her online at
www.suzannewright.co.uk
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