The Phoenix Project Collection (The Phoenix Project Duet #1-2) by Candice M. Wright

Author:Candice M. Wright [Wright, Candice M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08SQ5SN21
Goodreads: 56758112
Published: 2021-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

Six

Fingers running softly through my hair have me lazily opening my eyes, but instead of finding Fox from the dream I must have been having, I find myself looking up into the amused gray ones of Dylan.

“Dylan,” I whisper before I’m up and wrapping my arms tightly around him.

I can see I’ve caught him by surprise because he freezes for a second, but then his strong arms come around me and hold me tight.

“Cam?” he questions, in shock. His voice is deeper than I remember, rougher as if he has gargled with glass.

“We thought you were dead,” I tell him, not breaking my hold.

“I figured as much. And, to be fair, you were not wrong. I did die. It just seems it didn't stick,” he answers wryly, pulling back so I can see his face. “Speaking of things not sticking, I distinctly remember you being a guy.”

I laugh softly; I had forgotten that Dylan hadn’t been around for the big reveal.

“You missed out on a lot,” I admit, some of it good, some of it awful, but now’s not the time to get into it.

“I have to admit, you look a fuck of a lot better than the last time I saw you,” he comments with a sexy smile, taking in my hair, which I didn’t have before.

“You like it?” I ask with a dramatic toss over my shoulder. “I grew it myself,” I joke, before turning more somber.

“Have you been here the whole time?” The thought makes me want to scream. He looks at me and I see the shadow of fury buried in the depths of his eyes that he’s trying to hide.

“Yeah. When I recovered, I woke up here with only Syn and Hector for company.”

“Syn, Hector?”

He indicates behind him with a nod of his head, so I turn to the small group gathered in the doorway. A ridiculously tall man—almost seven feet at a guess—with a shaved head and a suggestive smile winks at me. This guy is built like a freaking tank.

“Holy shit,” I blurt out, making Dylan laugh.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too.”

“He looks like some kind of gladiator,” I tell Dylan, watching as Hector smiles, showing me two rows of perfect white teeth.

“Oh, I like her, D.” Hector’s voice is as deep as he is tall, like an orgasm-inducing mix of Vin Diesel and Barry White.

I whimper and fidget in Dylan's lap in response.

Another voice breaks into my thoughts. “Lord, not again.” This one is female. I look over and see a slender woman with crazy red ringlets standing next to him.

“You’ll adjust, hopefully,” she tells me, her curls bouncing as she nods. “It’s just the damn pheromones.”

“Huh?” I question unintelligently.

“The serum, it made our pheromones go all hinky,” she continues, making everything as clear as mud.

I look up at Dylan in question and realize I’m still on his lap and, thanks to my squirming, something has definitely popped up between us.

I scramble to get off him. “Shit, sorry, sorry.”

He holds me firmly in place.

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