Besides, there wasn’t a breed of succubi out there that didn’t steal something. Whether it was your seed, your soul, your life-force, or your heart, they sucked something out of you and rarely gave back. Sin definitely did not strike him as the giving kind.
...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.
Harvester’s heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?
I'm not going to pass out—” He cut her off with a kiss. “If you did, I'd catch you.
Did you accomplish anything in your meeting with Kynan and Arik?” Limos, looking proud of herself, bobbed her head excitedly. “I broke Arik’s ribs.” Reaver exhaled on a deep sigh. “Anything else?
He wouldn’t take anything from her ever again. But from this point on, he’d give her whatever she wanted. Which was easy, because what she wanted right now was an orgasm.
In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.
I suggested that someone grab Bill Gates and get him to install a new operating system, but apparently he's not a demon" At Reaver's eye roll she nodded. "Right? I was surprised too.
I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.
I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate
I hate you.” “I know,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.
The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.
I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.
What's going on?" Kynan asked Luc smiled, which was little more than a baring of his teeth. "She's a warg. She knows I know, but I'm guessing her human buddies don't know. She's afraid I'll tell." "Are you going to?" "That depends." "On what?" Luc's voice dropped an octave. "Whether or not she gives me what I want." "And that is?" "Fifteen minutes. Naked." "That's blackmail." Luc snorted. "Wargs call it negotiation." "So you want fifteen minutes...what will she want?" "With me?" Luc winked. "Two hours.
leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl
Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-
So,uh, where am I, exactly ? And what do you plan on doing with me ?" "You're at Underworld General Hospital. As you can probably guess, we specialize in nonhuman medical care. Our location is secret, so don't ask." "UGH ? Your hospital is called 'ugh' ? Oh, that's precious.
Good luck, man." Wraith clapped him on the shoulder. "For an angel, you don't suck." "Ditto. For a demon....well, you do suck." "Because I'm half vampire?" "Sure," Reaver said. "Let's go with that.
UG staff is patching up wargs, and all surviving Guardians are tied up," Wraith said, "But they could probably use some medical attention. Especially the one dipshit with the idiotic Mohawk. He lost a lot of blood." "Because you ate him," Sin said wryly. Wraith blinked with exaggerated innocence. "Fighting makes me hungry.
The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.
She'd read somewhere that normal, healthy men got up to twenty erections a day. Um...yep, Ares was definitely healthy.
I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.
Raynor slapped her so hard her teeth rattled and eyes stung, but she refused to react except to say saucily, "You must have heard how I like foreplay." "I hope you like it a lot, because with your mouth, you'll be getting it nonstop." "Goody," she said dryly. "Because I so love a man who needs to prove his masculinity by beating on women. Do you hit children and kick cats, too?
Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con
I'll listen to you, but you need to treat me with a little respect. Because it doesn't sound like I'm a pawn. Sounds like I'm more of a queen." A vein in his temple began to throb, and she grew bolder, the sense of power emanating from the mark on her chest filing her with the mettle she'd lost after the break-in two years ago. Lowering her voice to a tense whisper, she nipped his earlobe. "Checkmate.
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