Suzanne Wright

Taryn only smiled. “Is there no way you could just pull your bottom lip over your head and swallow?”

“She’s mine. No one takes her.”

“You’re not listening to anything I’m saying, baby. I’m not giving you up. Even if we don’t imprint I’m not giving you up, I can’t. If another man touches you I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll rip his fucking throat out and I won’t even care. You’re mine, Taryn, and you’re not going anywhere.