Twisted (Savage Alpha Shifters #2) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
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But now I’m annoyed because my captor is depositing me into the seat of his truck. And this makes me not even want to put out for him tonight.

In fact, I’m thinking I should deny him entirely on principle. But the problem is that I’ve been thinking about having sex with him nearly all day. I’ve been fixated on the idea of it for hours. And what if tonight is our last night together and I turn him down?

“Buddy, I don’t know why you think you can just scoop me up and haul me around and all, but now I feel puky. So if I barf in your truck, it’s your fault,” I say, pointing at him.

He pulls my seatbelt over me and clicks it locked. “You need to puke, tell me and I’ll pull over. This is a new truck. Don’t want it puked in.”

“Just for your attitude, I’m probably gonna puke in it.” I stick my tongue out.

He pauses mid-putting his own seatbelt on to level me with a dark look that frankly has my underwear getting slippery and making me forget the urge to hurl.

“Revenge barfing in a guy’s new truck? That’s cold.”

I stick my tongue out again.

“Tell me if you need to pull over to puke but I’m hoping that’s not gonna happen because all I want is to get you home, peel those clothes off you, fuck you, and then fall asleep holding you. So can you try not to puke? For me?”

“Well, all right,” I relent. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He starts the ignition and smiles wide at me, like he finds me adorable.

He’s the adorable one. And sexy. And I think I will put out tonight.

Adoration. Yeah. I could adore Mason Quinn with little to no effort if I let myself.

“I had fun today,” I announce.

“Yeah? That’s good. I’ll try to not let it wound me that you had fun when I wasn’t there.”

“Yeah, well, things started off with me really annoyed with you, but… I … I needed that. I can’t remember the last time I had an afternoon with a couple nice girls, great food and drinks, and a bunch of dancing. With no pressure to plan a wedding or anything. It was like medicine.”

“Glad to hear it, baby.”

“And chili fries! I’ve been avoiding chili fries and delicious foods like that as much as possible what with the desire to get into my wedding gown, which was a little snug at my last fitting despite that it’d been let out, but today as soon as someone talked about Roxy’s chili fries I had this amazing eureka.”

He says nothing, so I repeat myself. A little louder. “I had an amazing eureka!”

“Oh yeah? What was your eureka, Amie?”

“I don’t have to worry about dress fittings or what size I’ll be or anything like that because I’m not getting married to Whatshisface.” I feel myself beaming with happiness. “I don’t have to deal with hundreds of people, that Sheila person who is a total unty-cay itch-bay. Instead, I can eat dollops of sour cream on top of my chili fries because I don’t give an uck-fay!”

“Unty itch what?”

“Cunty. Bitch. Pig-Latin,” I say. “Me and Ivy talked Pig Latin a lot when we were kids. Auntie Nelle taught us. And that Carla? She was going to be my mother-in-law, cross that out…” I draw an x in the air with my index finger, “My former monster-in-law to-be. I don’t have to deal with those itchy-bay eople-pay anymore. More Pig Latin if you didn’t understand that. And that’s…” I spread my arms and throw my head back, “ah-mazing. I just have to get on top of finishing up the cancelations and then… all done.” I swipe one palm across the other. “I will be so glad when that’s done. I’ll need my phone back in the morning so I can get on top of doing that. Okay, Doggo?”

He stares at the road and says nothing.

“Are you gonna give me my phone back any time soon?”

He lifts one shoulder.

“Don’t make me get ad-may at you,” I warn. “that’s mad if you don’t understand Pig Latin. Right now I’m feeling rather amorous and if you get me ad-may at you, I might not put out tonight.”

He chuckles. We’re already pulling down his driveway.

“Wouldn’t want that,” he muses. “Though baby, seeing you dance tonight and watching you with the pack, gotta say I might agree to just about anything to get you to put out.”

I laugh. “Charming, aren’t you?”

He smiles and turns the truck off. “Never had to be, but I guess I’ll earn-lay.”

“I find that hard to believe…” I say. And then I bark out a laugh because he said learn in Pig Latin.

By the time I get my seatbelt off and get my bag off the floor of the truck, he’s opening the door for me.


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