He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.
And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.
Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con
The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.
Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.
His voice was low and rough … “What about you? Do you like bad boys?” “There’s definitely appeal,” she breathed. “Good,” He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … “Because they don’t come badder than me.