Feral Sins (The Phoenix Pack Series Book 1)

“I don’t know if I’ve just claimed someone who doesn’t care for me.” “Feel what I feel.” Closing her eyes, Taryn found their connection instantly. She didn’t feel it in her head as she had thought mates did; she felt it everywhere, felt Trey everywhere. It was like he was a shadow—something insubstantial that was forever just behind her but that sh

Unlike with true mates, a relationship between imprinted mates could wither over time. For an unhappy imprinted couple it wasn’t simple for them to shake hands and go their separate ways, because of the metaphysical bond that existed between them. The pain of that kind of separation was on a psychic level just as much as a physical one. For most wo

Unless he was dumb, a shifter didn’t dare attempt to separate mates, and as unbelievable as it might have seemed, that was indeed what she and Trey looked to be.

They weren’t mates of the soul or even the heart—both of which made it possible for the mating to be temporary—but she had to understand that this didn’t make it any less real. They were still mates in the physical sense, which meant that she belonged to him. If he didn’t make her understand and admit it, this would never work. He wouldn’t have her

A thought struck Taryn as she entered the shower. It was well known that mates found it uncomfortable to be apart for the first few months. Would that apply to her and Trey, or would they be spared because they weren’t true mates? She suspected that, in any case, things would always be more trying for her and Trey, due to both their wolves constant

Knowing what would ease his wolf, she did what she hadn’t yet seen anyone do. She invaded Trey’s personal space, sliding her arms around his waist. She had been up in his personal space plenty of times while he fucked her senseless, but sexual touching and social touching were two very different things, two very different needs. And it seemed like

Strangely not liking the playful banter going on between his mate and the mediator, Trey tangled a hand in her hair—a shifter gesture of ownership.

She wouldn’t be able to stay clear of him. Not only because they needed to spend time together to pull off the true mate stuff, but because they would be mated. It wouldn’t matter that what brought them together wasn’t love or even a desire to be mated. The second he marked her and she accepted him, they would be classed as mates and their wolves w

Although they weren’t true mates and this whole thing was to be temporary, his wolf wasn’t hung up on those details, wasn’t held back by them. His wolf was an elemental being who acted mostly on instinct, and since he’d marked Taryn Warner, his wolf regarded her as his. His to protect, to comfort, to shelter, to possess. And Trey agreed.