You chose a warrior, remember?” “As you chose an archangel.

You do realize this makes your wings even more unique." "Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

Pups think rules are suggestions.

I shouldn’t ask you to,” he said, devotion in every word, “but I’m going to. Wait for me, Jess. I’ll come back to you.” Naked emotion turned the sea green into hidden emeralds. Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. “You never have to ask, Galen. Forever, that’s how long I’d wait for you.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

A few minutes?" Feeling suddenly shy, she crossed her arms over her chest. The smile on his face widened, becoming touched with the feral wildness of the cat. It made thinking difficult. "I believed males needed a longer recovery time to mate." "Not this kitty cat." Rising to his feet, he said, "Get ready to play.