“As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.”

“She jumped. "You walk like a cat!""I am a cat, sweetheart." He wanted to tease her again, so he let a low growl rumble up from his chest. "See?"Streaks of vibrant color stained her cheeks once more. But she didn't back down. "Are you planning to move?""No." He drew in a deep breath, fighting the urge to nuzzle at her throat. "You smell good. Can I taste you?" It was a half-serious question. "Just a little?""Mr. Quinn!" She took a step around him and headed off. But he'd already caught the tart bite of arousal in her scent. Satisfied, he followed, on his best behavior now. It wouldn't do to scare Annie away. Not when he planned to keep her. ”

“But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.”

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart, he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.”

“In that case, balls to the wall, man.” Riaz yawned. “No guts, no glory.”“Why are you spouting aphorisms at me?”“Because it’s two-fucking-thirty in the morning and I need to be up for a six a.m. shift.”“Wimp.”Riaz gave him the finger. “Get some sleep and chase your wolf tomorrow.” Another yawn. “And Coop? Forget about subtle. That’s not your style.”

“I’d kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I’d have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I’d suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don’t mind teeth, do you, Grace?”

“Pack is built on the bonds of family, of mating, of love. You come first. You always will.”