Wolf Shifters Quotes

it was more overwhelming if I’m honest, one minute I’m just talking to him and the next I’m flat on my back and he’s-”“He’s?” they both said in unison“He’s touching places, with his …”Eyeing them both I give them a look as my chest redden further, I really don’t want to have to say specifically.

He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.t"It's okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.

Carrie Ann Ryan

She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.

Carrie Ann Ryan

Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.t"I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing.t"You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move."tHe grinned before kissing her. "You say such sweet things.

Carrie Ann Ryan

I should tell you something about what happens after I play.""What's that?"He pulled her back into his arms. "I get excited...

Stop him, stop this, she commanded herself. Reason floated away; she wanted him. If he walked away now, she might disintegrate into a pile of frustration as fragile as the leaves crumbling under foot.tHis lips touched hers, shooting electric shock waves rippling to her toes. Then he claimed her with a torrid kiss. Passion welled up from her core, overpowering all thought except her desires.

During the show, she studied him on stage. The way he strummed the guitar, the movement of muscles in his arms and torso, the sway of the tartan fabric with his movements. Her cheeks heated when she thought about running her fingers over his torso and under his kilt. Oh, the things he could do to her with that body.

She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?"tHe chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.

I hated being imprisoned in my own home, my wolf hated it.

Are you telling me that vampires and werewolves are the reason America won the Revolutionary War?,” I asked, dumbfounded.

Cupping one of her cheeks, he swiped at the wetness. “Would you want to live without me?”Tears flowing freely, she shook her head.“Then don’t expect me to live without you. You’re mine, Fiona. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, from the moment you tried to warn me off fighting your brother because you were worried I’d get hurt. Don’t you dare expect me to live a life without you! You go into the afterlife? So do I. Simple as that. If we have a day left, I want to enjoy every second of it with you.

She was his life, his everything.

I’m not letting you go, Fiona,” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. “I’m not going anywhere.

She couldn’t walk away from him again. Her heart couldn’t take it and she didn’t think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul.

Want to feel you come around my cock,” he whispered darkly. “Want to hear you say you’re mine.” There was that bite of darkness to his words again.“I’m yours.” She could never be anyone else’s. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. “Say it again.” He thrust harder. “I’m yours, Ian.”He growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself…

Look, I’ll tell you what I do, but you won’t believe me.” …t“Given that I just found you bound and gagged, my mind is somewhat more receptive than it might normally be.”t“Well then, here’s the deal,” Krystal said as she sat down next to me. “Everything you think you know about monsters is a lie. Ghouls, ghosts, werewolves and more are real and hiding out behind the scenes in our world. Officially, they are known as parahumans.

If I get naked, I'm going to be on you then in you. Let me give you some foreplay, woman," he softly growled.

For the past eight or so months their pack had been dealing with one issue after another from violent anti-paranormal maniacs to crazy vampires. It was nice that the only thing they had on their plate now was a bet for how soon two of their packmates would finally get together.

dragon took what it wanted. Took and kept.

Want a sandwich?”Mac shook her head. “I’m going to have dinner with Gage when he gets home.” Who said anything about dinner? This was more like an appetizer. That was another perk that came with being a werewolf. She could eat whatever she wanted and not have to worry about extra calories ending up where they shouldn’t. Khaki set everything on the counter. “I asked Xander flat-out when I went over to his place last night. He insisted he liked me just fine, but I knew he was lying. I could tell he was really uncomfortable around me. He was tense and on edge the whole time. Which is nothing new. He’s like that all the time around me. I think he finds me irritating and a nuisance.” Mac gave her a dubious look. “If you say so. But either way, you’d better be careful. If being with Gage has taught me anything, it’s that werewolves are extremely affected by certain pheromones. If you go walking around lusting over Xander, he’s going to pick up on it— and so is every other guy on the team. Then things will get really complicated. I learned that the hard way. Those guys can pick up on arousal like it’s barbecue and they aren’t shy about letting you know it.” Khaki groaned as she grabbed a plate from the cabinet. “Oh, God. I never thought about that.”“Yeah. And it gets worse.” Mac shook her head. “If I’m even slightly aroused and Gage picks up on it, he gets crazy horny— like he-can’t-control-it horny. What do you think is going to happen to if all the guys on the team pick up on the fact that the one and only female werewolf on the team is aroused? You’ll find yourself getting chased by fifteen out-of-control, horny werewolves going crazy with lust. And while there are some women who might find that entertaining, something tells me you wouldn’t.” Khaki set the plate on the counter with a thud. “Oh, crap. What the hell am I going to do?”Mac offered her a small smile. “Take a lot of baths?

You sure you don't want me to come over? We could make a snowman in the garden, or one in front of the hotel for the guests' arrival tomorrow. Or we could build snow forts and have a snowball fight. Surefire way to wear you out and make you sleepy. Then we could have cocoa with marshmallows on top. And I've been dying to have a piece of that seven-layer chocolate cake. I can't quit thinking about it.

Her dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she stared up at me. "You are a moon child. She calls to you.

The odds were incredibly stacked against a werewolf ever meeting his one-in-a-billion soul mate. There was no way Becker could have met his in the midst of an armed robbery. That kind of crap didn't happen in the real world.

I stared down into her eyes, my voice barely a whisper. "If I stay here any longer, I'm not going to be able to stop myself from kissing you.

I'd kiss you if I could," I whispered.tJared's breath caressed my skin. "I have other shirts."tI smiled and kissed him.

I'm not hurting you?"tHe shook his head with a crooked, very sexy smile.t"Not yet.

What are you doing?" she whispered.tHe wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

Savannah Stuart

You're a machine," she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek.t"Only for you, sweetheart.

Savannah Stuart

Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...

Savannah Stuart

Thank you," she said against his neck.tFor what?"tFor putting up with me."tHe chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

Savannah Stuart

You look good in my shirt," he murmured.tThe quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?"tHis shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

Savannah Stuart

After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?

Savannah Stuart

If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.

Savannah Stuart

He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks.t"I was going to start a fire ---"tHe smiled down at her. "You did.

He chuckled. She turned to see what was funny and nearly had a heart attack.tHe was holding one hot-pink-and-white mug while reading it, the other sitting on the counter: 'Men should be like my curtains, easy to pull and well hung.

What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.

His mouth was on hers, the champagne flavoring his tongue and lips, his sexy scent reaching her over the warm, bubbling water. She stroked his arms, loving the feel of his mouth against hers, hot and hungry. Just like hers was, unable to get enough, not wanting to give this up, wanting to kiss him until the sun rose in the morning.

In decades past, the three clans of the island - tree witches, gargoyles, and wolves, had cloaked their land with many layers of protection. Their combined magic had created such a powerful force it had remained undetected by human technology. When a feud erupted between the witches and gargoyles twenty-five years ago it led to a division of land. Without reinforcements from the clans' combined magic, the protection seeped away.

Why are you walking through the wood alone?

The tree witches kept to themselves, a self-sufficient coven specializing in certain skills. The witches sang, played music, and danced at the gatherings around the fire, but nothing like what she'd experienced when the gargoyles transformed. After the first night, she was hooked.It was a risk to return but one she was willing to take. She'd ventured to that different world to hear the unique groups, especially to watch the guitarist with hair as black as midnight.

The five statutes loomed above the crowd, still and timeless. The last light of the setting sun cast an eerie glow around them. When she fixed her gaze on Mason's stone form, her heart thumped. She scanned every inch of his silhouette, wondering about the spark of life within the stone that would animate him into flesh. A warm-blooded male with a heated touch and sensuous lips that made her melt.

I'm consumed with thoughts of you. Have you bewitched me?

Heat radiated from him, penetrating her like the sun warming her on hot midsummer days. It coiled inside her, low in her belly, and sank lower. She recognized it, the magic between lovers. Intoxicating and intense. An all-consuming attraction. The air between them shimmered with energy, an irresistible force connecting them.

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.

He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. “What do you want, Raven?

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

Didn’t even have to argue with her. She just told me she loved me and offered the back of her neck.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “How many pups you got with Janie Mae now, Bubba Ray . . . and still she’s as unmarked as a newborn babe. So which Smith has control of his female now, boy?

Shelly Laurenston

Ever since meeting Charlie… his entire world was off it’s axis…

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.