Her hand drifted over his left nipple, and one of her fingers moved, sending lightning straight down to his groin. She was killing him, but he'd be damned if he moved one tiny inch. And if he was real...
She looked back at him, her lips curving into an incredulous smile. "The man who just gave me the best orgasms of my life is asking me out on a date?" "Um... yeah?" "Um...okay.
He didn't just want to mate with Becca, he wanted her to orgasm around his dick for a decade.
She tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. "No diseases, right?" she asked, before she lost all reason. "No weird shifter thing I should know about beforehand?" "All human normal," he said, his e...
Stay strong," said the detective. "They respect strength." What the hell was she supposed to do? Break a chair? Bench-press a Volvo?
Bring it, grizzly. Show me what you've got.
Cameron’s mind registered what the rest of him already knew. He was insane about this woman, and he’d do anything to be with her, anything to protect her. She’d become his world. How it had happened,...
The legend of ‘The One’ had been clear that the connection between a werewolf and his mate could never be denied. The fact that it could be destroyed had never come up in conversation.
Maybe having great sex just made a werewolf’s nose work better…
It’s like I’ve walked into the fucking Twilight Zone,” she murmured…
It’s all or nothing with me. Make sure you know what you want.
He didn’t utter threats. He delivered promises.
You're going to get yourself f*&^ed so hard you'll forget your own name.
For the record…” I took her hand and held it up. “These are the only hands I want on me.
Everything okay?”“I’m not sure, but it’s not shittier, so that’s something.”She laughed. “Still an optimist.
We weren’t allies, but not being enemies was close enough for me.
Do they send all of you jaguars through some elitist asshole training course?
James’ fingers brushed her cheek. “You can run, or you can see this through to the end. Whatever that end might be.
She was a woman without a family. A woman without a pack. A woman alone.
If you wanted pomp and circumstance, you dealt with the vampires. If you wanted ceremony, the witches it was. But for plain old straight forward business, you dealt with the werewolves.
