“And, because you are so enamored with our captain,” he held out his hand and grabbed hers, breaking her out of the trance. “I’m Royce, resident bad ass, all around swell motherfucker, and every woman's dream come true. Very nice to meet you.”

“This is not your fucking captain speaking". Dietrich's voice squawked over the intercom. "Don't fucking bother me. If you can't locate exits, well you're shit out of luck. Head's in the rear of the plane and I didn't pack shit for you motherfucker's to eat so deal with it. This flight will take approximately one hour. Don't make me crash the fucking plane. Cause I will if I deem it necessary"Dietrich- Enslaved In Shadows”

“Fuck,” Dietrich breathed. “I’m a bad motherfucker, and I mean I’m pretty fucked up in the head sometimes, but I want some of what the twins got going between them. That shit right there, was beast.” -Dietrich Johnson”

“Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her.Wow, didn’t realize the man was so strong, didn’t know—She licked his throat.Screw it.Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex.She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep.So deep.She bit her lip to hold back the scream.Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.”

“I’ve been dying to know,” he said again, “how you taste.”Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her.Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn!Yes, she wanted.The control she’d held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.”

“I’m Jace.” He let her see his own fangs. “And you’re mine.” A claim made before all the wolves in the room. From now on, any wolf who touched her would face him—and death.She swallowed and tilted her head back to better meet his stare. “Hello, husband.”The wolf within growled…Mine.”

“I hatethat moment when Aaron and I split – each time it happens, and ithappens a lot. He storms off, or I walk out on him and I have asplit second where I feel I’ve lost my grip, I’m falling off the edgeof the world, I’m yelling, “Help!” and no one hears me. I’m alone.But later, when you get a distance and you start to think it through,it feels like it might not be so bad.”