He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do

You’re early.” I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It’s not. Mac was at Chester’s last night at eight. I think she’s hunting me. Since I can’t be late to avoid her, I have to be early. “Watch broke. Thought I was on time.” “You don’t wear a watch.” “See? I knew I had a problem. I’ll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.