I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

There was a very slight chance she might actually kill him that way, and if she did, she’d be brought up on charges. Unless, of course, she could prove harmful intent. She could see it now. See, Your Honor, he was going to f*ck me silly, make me like it.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn’t stop herself. Obsession or compulsion, she didn’t know, but she did know that before this was over, she’d either end up in Dmitri’s bed . . . or one of them would bleed darkest red.

No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.