I really want to call you to me in a thunderbolt so I can smack you. We’re not even married yet and I want to strangle you with my bare hands. That doesn’t bode well for your life expectancy, Assefa, or my chance of staying out of prison on a homicide charge

She appeared to be near seventeen years of age, but looked like a vision from the Greek tragedies. With plaited coils of dark luscious hair, lips like the petals of a rose, and large, deep eyes that contained all the delight of her passion. She was the loveliest girl I have ever seen in all my life. Then she spoke. I have never heard such a voice before. It seemed she was instantly Juliet. From deep tones to flute-like music like the lark, she spoke and sang her parts with an excitement that stirred the whole audience. She concluded to thunderous applause and I could barely contain my own appreciation.

He sniffed her. The rubbery black nose inhaled deeply as it passed back and forth over her face, along her throat, her ears. Jeez, it was like being vacuumed-only most Hoovers didn't have the potential to bite her face off.

He unfolded his arms and moved to the side. I was fine with that. Again with the glowering, though. Seen that, done it myself. So last year.

Just like your father, Ryan—blunt, abrasive and cursing like a sailor.” He moved closer until he was just inches from him and added with a wink, “Everything I liked about him.

Why didn’t she wake me up?”“Haven’t you heard the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’?”Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Werewolves are not dogs, Shaye. How many times do we need to have this damned conversation?

You are weak with love for her, brother.

I thought a wolf’s mindset was just to take?”“I am not just looking at you through the eyes of a wolf, Cora. I am looking at you through the eyes of your mate. It is the only thing that has allowed me to hold back with you. The pull between us is intense.

Planning to stay on your leash, wolf? Or would you rather let loose?

He stroked her hair gently as he said, “You challenge me like no one ever has, like no one has ever dared. It’s frustrating…” he kissed her lips chastely, “…but also refreshing. And sometimes it even turns me on a little.

Sounds like the effect of wolf’s blood to me,” he said, winking at her.“You think?”“Attacking without thinking? Just reacting instantly? Yeah, that’s wolf mentality.

Cora, you can turn around now. Your virgin eyes won’t be offended any longer.

Luca chuckled. “You will learn to trust me, princess.”Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. “Like hell she will.

Luca scoffed. “Wolves never change.”“Excuse me?” Ryan demanded.“All about instant gratification. Reacting purely on instinct and engaging in mindless acts of violence and sex.”“Like vampires are any different. Oh, accept for the fact that my boys don’t kill those they fuck. Vampires get off on having a life in their hands, the power of draining their victim’s life force. Wolves revel in life. You are death and you breed only death.

The stench of wolf—especially an Alpha—is very difficult to get out."Then you should keep your distance,” she shot back.

You’re calling out the wolf, darlin’.

You know, darlin’, on the one hand you’re so damned feisty. And believe me; I like that in a woman. But, on the other…” he said, crossing to her and gently stroking her hair, “…you’re so damned shy.

Nice moves, darlin’.” He gripped her hands gently and pried them off his shirt. “You’re getting stronger. That almost hurt.

You're beautiful, my little wolf. Every single part of you, especially your soul. I can feel it connected to mine.

He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly.Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing.

Guthrie turned to see who his attacker was. And smiled when he caught her eye.He had the most devilishly wolfish look about him -- a mixture of impending payback with a snowball and something a wee bit more intimate, like a tackle in the snow. But he wouldn't. Not in front of his clansmen. Not when they weren't courting. At least, she hoped not.