My scent’s all over you. It’s inside of you. That’s how my people will know who your mate is. It’s also a warning.” “A warning?” she breathed, languor suffusing her body. “To other males. It tells them who will come after them with a dagger if they touch you.” Okay, that shouldn’t be erotic as hell. But it was.
May I enter your bedroom, female?” His.
But of course, time didn’t work like that. And memory was but a television show of your own life, a movie screen you could play witness to, but not interact with, change the course of, redirect.
Yeah, I’m not a virgin and I hate writing.
The brothers chanted as he drank, their voices getting louder and louder, ringing out. He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.
Blessed are those who believe in all that two hearts aligned achieve. For once united, no matter where winter finds them, they will always be warm.
Way too many people cloaked themselves in the mantle of victimhood, creating a vacuum of identity that they expected the world to rush in and fill with compassion that was undeserved.
I’m coming back at the end of the night. Be naked.” “Wouldn’t you rather undress me?” “No, because I’d shred that shirt, and I want you sleeping in it every night until you’re in my bed with me. Be. Naked.” “We’ll see.” His whole body throbbed at the disobedience. And she knew it, her stare level and erotic. “God, I love you,” he said.
You know, you handled yourself last night. Don’t know many humans who would have taken on Rhage or me. Much less in front of all the brothers.” “Ah, now, don’t get all mushy on me. We ain’t dating.
It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.
Lessers were fewer and farther between now than ever, and there had been sightings, by others in the Brotherhood, of a very different kind of foe.
Here.” She held out her stuffed tiger. “This is Mastimon. He has always protected me. You can hold him now.
And then he let out a predatory hiss – – and bit her so hard she had to hold back a curse. Now.
I think not all things have to be spoken to be understood.
Honestly, you stretch those vowels out any longer and we’re going to have to put you on life support.” – Ivie.
I’m not scared of death, it’s the suffering that bothers me – and I know I can help that. It’s the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.
Life. In all it’s mundane majesty.
The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.
I would rather be in a hovel with you than a castle with anybody else.
Are you kidding me?” he blurted out loud as Howard Stern’s voice piped into his skull. “Eric the Actor is d – ” Selena’s brows tightened like she was considering waking up and he closed his piehole. But he couldn’t believe another wack packer had been lost. It just seemed cruel in light of everything he was going through.