Shifter Quotes
Shifter Quote of the day
Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?
You scared the life out of me.""Good thing cats have nine lives, then, " she teased.
Telling a male lion not to be a lion wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world.
As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" "Yeah, " he said, heading for the door. "But I don't think it's on the menu.
She was the last lightning-struck without a mate, and therefore, human.
Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the way you taste.
That dress makes me want to do bad things to you." There was a long pause in which her sweet honeysuckle scent grew, twisting around him. Finally she spoke, her voice low. "What kinds of things?
The most possessive part of Conall didn't want another male to even look at Rhea.
What man didn't enjoy a beautiful woman curled up in his lap, even if she did treat him like a scratching post every time she woke up?
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely. Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
She didn't know why being near him made the beast inside her go away, and she didn't care. She was Minka in his arms and a monster out of them. That was all that mattered to her.
What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.
He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks. "I was going to start a fire ---" He smiled down at her. "You did.
Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.
You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.
If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.
This was no figment of his imagination. This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress.
You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.
He might be an alpha wolf but so was she. She didn't take well to orders, even if they were from her mate.
You're very quiet, " she murmured. "That's because I'm the big bad wolf, " he growled playfully.
He's not my alpha.""Oh, he's most definitely yours, " Charlie said. "He's been watching you for the last twenty minutes as if he could do very, very wicked things to you.
He grinned. "Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.
Gage sighed. "This team was a whole hell of a lot easier to run before any of us had ever heard about The One. You know that, right?" Maybe." Becker grinned. "But it wasn't nearly as interesting.
Sleeping with a guy isn't the same thing as opening your heart to him.
Laurel returned to CJ's bedroom. "Do you want me to remove your clothes?" "Hell, yeah, " he said, and the growly expression immediately vanished.
My brothers and I love A Christmas Story. It reminds us of ourselves when we were that age." "Your father didn't want to give you a BB shotgun because you might shoot your eye out?
She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.
There were days I could run far, far away, never to see any of these people again.
TOBIAS: No one ever said this would be easy, and you don’t seem like the type of woman to take the easy way out.
He ran his fingers along the edge of my jaw. “You’re my north star, Kilani. Being near you makes my heart, my soul, and my wolf whole for the first time in my life.
What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit, " she yelled.
Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.
The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.
Ye have taught me something I never understood.""What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?
My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. “Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare.
What am I?" she asked ..."You are mine, " he answered roughly, his forehead still on hers.