“Want to know the best part of being a warlord?' came a hoarse whisper.I bit my lip, puzzled by the question.Keir’s mouth curled up slowly into a smile. 'I always get what I want.”

“I always get what I want, Rogan. Always.”“And what about what I want?”Wolfe pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips, the arrogance giving way to deep sincerity. “I’ll always give you what you want, Rogan. Always.”

“I'm somewhere in the middle. I want both. Or I want it all. Or I only want part of both. I don't know. I just know that you don't always end up happy with what you thought would make you happy. You've probably been there a time or two yourself. You can't always get what you want.”

“I only meant the impulsive part.""I'm a passionate person, that's all."His mouth turned up in a sly smile."If I only get one life, I don't want to waste it by hesitating.”

“Part of her—a small but defiant part, the part that still remembered her girlhood fantasies—desperately wanted to trust him, but the stronger part remembered how he had thoughtlessly cast her aside. “We can’t always have what we want, Marcus. You must accustom yourself to disappointment.” As I have. The unspoken words hung between them.Marcus’ mouth twitched. “But there you are wrong, my love. I always get what I want.”

“I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice,we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants?" His lips curled. " I can multitask.”