Pups think rules are suggestions.

No one goes through life with a whole heart.

She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.

How do you know it'll be pleasurable?" He got on the bed and lay down. Breath a whisper, she came closer and tied one wrist to the headboard. The cat growled but didn't try to make him wrench free. "Because just looking at you gives me the most extreme pleasure I've ever felt." "Christ, baby, tie me up before you start talking like that.

To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run... is that not also a kind of annihilation?