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    Prince of Wolves(Grey Wolves #1) by Quinn Loftis
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    “Relax, my Luna. I assure you I am all yours,” Fane told her.

    “Oh, this coming from the Romanian who is jealous of a boy I’m no longer dating. Not to mention you and I are not together, so it’s really of no consequence,” Jacquelyn told him in a huff. “It’s your turn by the way,” she added.

    Fane looked over at Jen and realized she was holding the card out to him. She looked at him knowingly. Apparently she had picked up on the fact that Jacquelyn and he were conversing.

    Fane looked at the answer on the card and debated what to say that wouldn’t embarrass him too badly, but the choices were not good. He could go with straight, short, or black. All those options pretty much could be taken, as Jen would no doubt do, to have very un-innocent connotations.

    “Mine is,” Well, Fane thought, if you gotta go down, do it with a bang, “short.” And with that, everyone, including Jacquelyn, lost their composure. It was obvious that Jen knew all his choices were pretty poor and had been waiting for him to choose to run with it.

    “Nice,” Jen said, putting her hand up for a fist bump with Sally.

    In all the commotion, Fane just couldn’t help himself and looked up at Jacquelyn, who was giggling wildly. He raised on eyebrow at her, “Did I amuse you, savuroase mea fata (my spicy girl)?” Fane asked her.

    All Jacquelyn did was wink at him and it about did him in. She was a joy to his heart and she was all his. Now he just had to convince her of that…and quite possibly her mom as well. Fane had thought about whether to talk to Lilly and Jacquelyn tonight, but as the evening carried on he decided to talk to his father again and perhaps he'd found more out that would help him make the safest decision for his mate.

    The evening turned out to be a lot of fun and laughs. Sometimes the girls laughed so hard they had tears streaming down their faces. At one point Sally had fallen out of her chair, laughing so hard because the answer to the question had been “tires on your car,” and naturally, Jen had not disappointed when she said hers were round. When it was Fane’s turn, he realized a little too late that his vehicle only had two wheels, so his response was, “Mine has two.” Which resulted in Jen laying her head on the table and laughing so hard her whole body shook, and Sally laughed so hard she fell out of her chair, which brought the laughing to an all time high. It's wonderful, Fane thought. Even if we're enjoying making our answers sound like they're about certain parts of our anatomy. What can you expect from teenagers with a game called “Mine is like”? The whole evening made Fane feel at home because his family was close like this. They often got together and ate and played games, or just gathered around the fire to talk.

    As the evening came to a close, they began to say their goodbyes. All the girls hugged. Fane walked past Jacquelyn to the front door. Then he turned to her and asked, “Could I talk with you a moment? I won’t keep you from your friends long.”

    Jacquelyn turned to her mom and girlfriends and said, “I’ll be outside for just a minute, okay?”

    “Okay,” Lilly said.

    “Don’t hurry on our account. You hate to rush these kinds of things the first time around,” Jen commented.

    Sally hit her on the arm and told her to keep her trap shut.

    Fane put his hand on Jacquelyn’s lower back to gently guide her to the porch. He felt a shudder go through her as he touched her. “Mine,” his wolf told him.

    Once outside Jacquelyn turned to him, looking up into his face with curiosity and asked, “So what do you need to talk to me about?”

    It feels so good to be this close to her, Fane thought. She completes me and fills this void I didn't even realize was there. All he really wanted to do in that moment was wrap her in his arms and hold her, take in her scent, mark her as his.

    Fane shook off the thoughts so he could answer her question.

    “There is much I need to talk with you about, but I don’t think tonight is a good time. I’m not trying to be cryptic, but I need to talk to my father about some things. I would, however, like to take you out if you would do me the honor.”

    Jacquelyn looked at him blankly and blinked a few times.

    “So what I’m hearing you say is that you have information that I need to know, but you’re not going to tell me just yet. And with all this bizarre stuff…well bizarre to me, you want to go out on a date, like everything is just rosy?” she asked him, sounding astonished.

    “Pretty much,” Fane responded.

    “Well, I can’t very well hold a gun to your head and make you tell me Although, Jen would think that a perfectly acceptable response. Then again, Jen also thinks going to football practice and lying out in her bikini is amusing so, ya know, gotta keep it all in perspective,” Jacquelyn explained.

    “Okay, I’ll go out with you. When is our little adventure and how should I dress?” she asked.

    “Tomorrow, wear something comfortable to ride on the motorcycle and don’t worry, I bought you a helmet.”

    “You did what?” she asked in disbelief. “You were that sure I would say yes?”

    Fane stepped closer to her, lowering his face towards hers. He whispered, “I felt my chances were pretty good. I can be very persuasive when I need to be.”

    Fane stayed there a minute longer, but decided it best that he back away from her a little because he was very tempted to kiss her. She shook her head as if to clear it when he stepped back, and looked at him with what he thought might be longing in her eyes.

    Time to go, Fane told himself. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, never breaking eye contact with her.

    “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I truly enjoyed your company, my Luna,” Fane said quietly.

    Jacquelyn was having trouble getting her brain to tell her mouth what to say but she finally spit out, “Me too.”

    Fane didn’t want to leave her. It was against his instincts and his wolf growled at the thought. She was supposed to be with him, where he could take care of her and keep her safe. But it wasn’t time yet, so he would have to take advantage of the time they did spend together and soak up her presence. He leaned in quickly and took a deep breath. Then he blew gently next to her ear. She shivered. What Jacquelyn didn’t know was that he wasn’t trying to be sensual by blowing next to her ear – he was putting his scent on her so other Greys would know she was his.

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