“Fane's wolf must have been in control of the wheel because he leaned down over Jacque and growled low. He placed his face against her neck, breathing deep, and his voice was guttural when he spoke. "Mine." Jacque turned her head slightly and did what no other would ever be able to do when this alpha was at this point, she looked him in the eyes. "Yes, I am yours.”

“Decebel looked over at Fane. "A face tu fiecare a lua ce ei say?(Do you ever get what they say?)"Fane smiled at his Beta. "Nu mai incerce sa, (No longer try).""Good call." Decebel nodded.Jen looked over at Decebel, her eyes narrowing. "No talking in foreign tongue when around the Americans."Decebel leaned towards her, the gleam in his eyes causing Jen to tremble. "But Jennifer, I thought you spoke Romanian." He looked around at Sally and Jacque. "Weren't you two under the impression that she spoke Romanian?"Jacque and Sally nodded despite the daggers Jen was staring their way."That was thoroughly impressed upon us, wouldn't you say, Sally?" Jacque turned to look at her."Wait. Uh yeah, I distinctly remember a bar...vodka...and I'm almost positive Jen speaking in Romanian to the hot bartender."Sally was grinning from ear to ear as Jen's face grew red."I hope you two aren't attached to your undergarments because I just got the sudden urge to have a bonfire," Jen growled out."Note to self: hide underwear.""Or you could just solve that problem by not wearing any." Jacque heard Fane's voice through their bond. Her jaw dropped open and her face turned bright red as she turned to look at her mate.Jen looked at Sally. "Looks like Fane had a suggestion about the princess' undergarments. If I had my guess, I'd say he told her I couldn't burn them if she didn't own any."If Jacque could've turned any redder she would have. "How? What..." Jacque stuttered as she looked at her blonde friend, trying to figure out how she knew what Fane had been thinking."It's a gift, Watson. But really what it boils down to is when it comes to chicks and underwear, guys will always say they don't mix."Decebel coughed as he choked on his laughter while Fane had buried his face in Jacque's back, his shoulders shaking. Jacque and Sally both looked at their friend with open mouths.”

“With every step he took, Jacques’ body became tighter and more painful. His breath as coming in hoarse gasps. He swung her into his arms and raced down the tunnels twists and turns. “What are you doing, Jacques?” Half laughing, half concerned, Shea held on tightly, her slender arms around his neck.“I am getting us to a place where we can be alone.” He was decisive about it. “The tunnel leads to hot springs, a beautiful spot where we can rest for a time. I was taking you there when you seduced me.”Shea laughed softly. “Is that what I did? If all it takes is opening your shirt we’re in for a wild time together.”

“Jacque leaned over and whispered in Sally's ear, "I give it two days before he lays one on her.""You're being generous. I say less than twenty four hours.""Is that a bet?" Jacque asked, eyebrows raised."Better believe it," Sally answered. Her lips eased into a crooked smile.Jen leaned around Sally and glared at her two best friends. "What are you two betting on?""Good grief. What, does she have eagle ears or something?""No, you dork. Your whisper is just you talking in normal volume but making your voice raspy. Really, you sound more like a chick who's been smoking for thirty years."Jen shrugged. "I'm just throwing that out there. You can take it and apply it at your leisure."Fane was chuckling at Jen's words when Jacque elbowed him, causing him to cough."You don't get to laugh, wolf-man."Jacque turned back to Jen. "Thank you for that observation, Sherlock.""Always glad to help a friend in need, Watson." Jen grinned at Jacque's irritated look.”

“Did you smoke something this morning and not share?"Jacque rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I have to smoke something to get happy when I wake up next to Fane every morning?""Okay, point to you," Jen said, waving Jacque off.”

“Costin's contagious, dimpled smile was positively breath taking on his handsome face. She took in his appearance quickly and liked how he hadn't changed who he was for her party. He didn't try to look fancy or be something he wasn't. His un-tucked dress shirt and jeans fit him perfectly and a little voice inside her whispered that he was freaking hot. She called that voice her inner Jen. Jacque and Jen did not know about her inner Jen. It was her little secret when she needed a boost of confidence.”