“You have what I call a "male brow." Which is a frown brought on when you're thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him 'til he can't breathe.”

“When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters."She looked down the length of him."You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.”

“He thinks I love him. As in… in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn… a guy who, when he’s not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He’s right.”

“Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.”

“V was half way down the hall when he heard a yelp. He hightailed it back, barging through the door. “What? What’s …”“I’m going bald!”V whipped back the shower curtain and frowned. “What are you talking about? You’ve still got your hair…”“Not my head! My body, you idiot! I’m going bald!”Vishous glanced down. Butch’s torso and legs were shedding, a rush of dark brown fuzz pooling around the drain.V started laughing. “Think of it this way. At least you won’t have to worry about shaving your back as you get old, true? No manscaping for you.”He was not surprised when a bar of soap came firing at him.”

“Maybe I could do it."Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend."Tohrment winced. "Good point.""And then she'll come looking for me." Both males shuddered.”

“With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.”