Wild and Free (The Three #3) by Kristen Ashley
The gangs all here! Can I just say, right from the get go, that in this instance I loved the collective and the surprise coupling in Wild and Free much more that I ever expected to. Dare I say it, even more that the main couple of Delilah and Abel.
I will also suggest that if you haven’t read the first two books in the series it is a must before diving into this one. Even a re-read would be a good idea if it’s been awhile. There is just so much crammed from situations from previous books. It felt like the best kind of reunion with Leah and Lucien, Sonia and Callum, and so many more!
Okay, back to our main couple Delilah and Abel. There was NO fussing about. These two knew what they wanted and needed. Even if they didn’t, their supernatural bodies did. I kinda liked it. It was a nice change. No cat and mouse, no silly misunderstandings, just a primal knowledge that they must be together.
I did feel at times that I had been thrust into the Chaos series. Abel and his family along with Delilah’s are very much in the biker world. The language, the staccato dialogue and the biker slang was abundant and at times kind of overdone. (Sorry there just seemed to be a bit of a crossover going on) But whatever, it worked.
Now about that surprise coupling that went on. OH.MAH.GAH! When will that book come out? Cause damn. I need more of that. Yes, please and thank you. Not gonna say a peep about who it is. Savor the surprise.
Also, there was a bit of a lull about 75-80% in. The waiting for the ultimate crescendo wasn’t just bothering Abel and Delilah. It was getting to me too. But have no fear, KA kicks it up in the end and we get a heart wrenching bittersweet ending and one her famous epilogues.
So in summation; I liked it very much; I just wished I liked the main couple more than I did, at least as much as the other couples in the previous books in the series.
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“I’m a monster, Lilah.”
“What?” I whispered.
“I’m a werewolf vampire. I exist on human blood. I can tear a man’s head off and I have. I’m a monster.”
“I am,” he stated flatly. “And the first chance I’ve had in all my years to understand why I am as I am is to go to that fuckin’ hotel.”
I stared at him, then straightened my body so I was fully facing him. This caused his jaw to get hard again, but I ignored that and stated, “Okay, let’s break this down.”
“Nothin’ to break down.”
“Humor me,” I snapped, his head jerked, and his lips curved up.
“Carry on,” he muttered.
“Thanks,” I bit out. “First, how many men’s heads have you torn off?”
“Four, and two wolves.”
“That’s it?” I asked.
“These being the night we met,” I stated.
“Yeah,” he repeated.
“The night some of them were trying to kill me and the others were trying to kill you.”
To that he said nothing.
I kept going, “So you haven’t torn off unsuspecting citizens’ heads willy-nilly, for the fuck of it, or on a psychotic rampage?”
He pressed his lips together and I knew it was to hide his humor because his eyes lit with it before he unpressed them to say, “No.”
“Right,” I said sharply. “Have you ever had a psychotic rampage?”
He shook his head.
“So let’s get to the human blood part,” I suggested. “When you were,” I paused, “drawing from one of your ex-bitches, did you ever kill one of them?”
“Take too much and make them sick?”
“Do it against anyone’s will?”
His eyes went guarded, but he said, “No.”
I threw up a hand. “Okay, so what’s the problem?”
He blinked, straightening in his chair, but again said nothing.
“I mean, seriously,” I went on, “I’ve seen lots of vampire movies and TV shows and even the good vamps screw up and overindulge. Hell, Jessica killed three fairies in a ravenous attack. She might have had her issues as a young vampire, but by that time, she was full-on good.”
His brows shot together. “Fairies?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
I threw up both hands and cried in exasperation, “True Blood!”
“Jesus, Lilah,” he muttered.
“No, seriously, Jessica is very sweet.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he growled, sounding like he was losing patience, which I didn’t figure was a good thing.
“Okay, back on track,” I began. “Tell me. Tell me one instance in your life where you actually behaved like a monster.”
“I wanna fuck you,” he snarled.
“Yeah,” he ground out. “I wanna fuck you, Delilah. Consumed with the need and I have no idea why, but I can guess, seein’ as it’s like you’re a bitch in heat, I’m a dog that catches the scent and his mind is wiped…wiped of anything…but the need to mount you and”—he leaned forward—“rut.”
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he said again. “That make you feel safe?”
“I can smell your fear.”
“It turns me on,” he kept going. “Makes me wanna tear into your throat and fuck you and feed from you. Now, does that make you feel safe?”
“No,” I whispered, because it really fucking didn’t.
“Right. No,” he bit off. “So I’m not a monster?”