Once— and most of the night definitely counts as once—you can write off as a mistake. But you do this again and he's going to start thinking he has rights over you.” She knew predatory changeling men. They liked control. They particularly liked their women to submit. And Riley was one big giant hunk of testosterone-fueled Neanderthal wolf—he probably thought her submission was his right. She snorted. “Not in this lifetime.

Your name is written on my heart, Lily

Bluebell, you couldn’t take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back.” “Bluebell?” Illium narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, Barbarian.

Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.

he was the monster that stalked nightmare and they both knew it

Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.