Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.

Her voice trembled. "I’m so glad you’re mine. I won’t ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on. She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?” “Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

You want to play? Come find me angel boy.