shifters

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

What do you want for her?" "Dragon bones." The leader's eyes narrowed even as his pupils turned to vertical slits. The contrasting actions was jarring to see. "That's impossible." Rory lifted a shoulder, casual indifference. "Nothing's impossible. I want them, you want this female. Find me dragon bones, you get her.

They wanted to stick her on a spit and roast her --- after doing some horrible things to her.

Are you naked?" he rasped out. Swallowing hard, she nodded.

She watched him for a long moment, an adorably annoyed frown wrinkling her forehead. "You're obnoxious when you're right.

Even though she was terrified she'd somehow get Bo killed because he'd gotten trapped here with her, she was still glad to have him here. In that moment she realized there was no one else she'd rather have by her side. That scared her more than anything because Bo was the one male she shouldn't want.

I smell?" "You smell..." He flicked a glance at Bo, who was growling. "You tell her then." Bo's jaw tightened, but he looked at her with a rawness on his face that completely undid her. "Like roses and sunshine. It makes them want to kill you or eat you or..." He cleared his throat, not needing to finish because she knew what he meant. "It's very enticing.

You__e mine,_ he growled. He hoped she really understood that too. That she was his in every sense of the word. And vice versa. The female completely owned him. Until the day he died, he would be hers.

I know you're more than fae." She just grinned. "It's true, I'm part fae, part awesome.

Drake, her sexy mate, just lifted a big shoulder. "Bo clearly does not know how to act around his female. Once he figures out how to, they will be mated soon." "No doubt," Finn murmured.

He knelt between her legs and flicked his tongue up the length of her slick folds. And knew what heaven was when she slid her fingers into his hair, moaning his name like a prayer.

Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?

Uh...are we going to talk about what just happened?" Victoria asked as Drake stepped over to Finn's desk to look at the map layout of the cemetery, seemingly calm about the fact that Bo and Nyx had just disappeared into thin air.

I have a present for you," he murmured, still stroking along her spine. He loved the way she felt curled against him. Like she'd been made for him. Laughing lightly, she laid her head back on his chest. "Pretty sure you just gave it to me.

Dragons loved treasure, that was not a myth about his kind, and Rhea was the greatest treasure of all.

Maybe love was different for everyone, sometimes soft and gentle, other times a slap in the face__ doe-eyed vixen that called you out on your shit and set every inch of you on fire.

Bang, bang, bang. On it continued, the knocking incessant and aggravating. Conall growled, baring his canines as if ready to attack. She felt the feral dragon rippling under the surface, felt the exact same way right now. "Someone better be dead," she muttered. "I can arrange that." By his dark expression, she didn't think he was kidding.

She'd seen what was between his legs and she wasn't ashamed to admit she wanted to see it again. More than just see it. Touch and taste would be a good start.