To be haunted by my heart is no threat.
These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.
Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you’re angry.
When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she’d come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.
He’d been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he’d taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.
Once, he’d used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.
He didn’t know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him.
Love is the greatest form of loyalty, one that places happiness of the beloved over the lover.
He would do things for he’d do for no one else, but while he’d empty the sky for her so she could spread her wings, fly, he would not set her free. She belonged to him, would always belong to him.
Some things need to be broken to become stronger.
I will fight you endlessly if I think you’re wrong but I will never judge you.
Pups think rules are suggestions.
Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.
She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.
Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he’d opened his big mouth, she’d gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.
No more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.
Do you have no sense of self-preservation?
We’re all as susceptible to the lure of power.
Once, he hadn’t been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn’t touch her.