His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He...
God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was tha...
(a.) A fish. See Bleak, n.
The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the ma...
Qhuinn wanted to say,
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this?What happened --I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.Blay frowned. He and I...
Holy shit . . . They’d joined the war.
Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be.Why? he said to his lover.Because I want you for however long I have you.
Wheeling around, he went blindly for the doors, messing up the piles, nearly knocking himself over on the coffee table.Saxton got there first, blocking the way out with his body.Blay's eyes locked on...
Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay’s stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in...
Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned...