Wolf Quotes

Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.

I can think of a few ways I wouldn't mind you taking control." He dropped his voice a few octaves, making his already deep voice even more delicious.

Ever since meeting Charlie… his entire world was off it’s axis…

As my daddy would say, time to start the killin

You are such a wolf.”

It’s not the dead people you got to worry about… It’s the living that are scary.

Unless the she-wolf agrees, there’s always a chance of rejection.

Brett will need some clothes if someone can drop some by.” “All we need is a bear rug, ” Meghan said.

She was thinking she needed to post a letter in the Lonely Hearts column in the Silver Town Gazette: She-wolf seeking male wolf who believes in ghosts. No others need apply.

I can’t sleep without you by my side.

James’ fingers brushed her cheek. “You can run, or you can see this through to the end. Whatever that end might be.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Tell me you want this.

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

The woman lived inside him, was his mate.

He kissed my lips, his skin warm in spite of the cool winter wind whipping past us. His whisper would have been lost on me before, but now I heard every word. “What do you want, Raven?

The vortex. You can see the entire galaxy up there. More stars than you ever knew existed.

The legend of ‘The One’ had been clear that the connection between a werewolf and his mate could never be denied. The fact that it could be destroyed had never come up in conversation.

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

Why are you walking through the wood alone?

I'm consumed with thoughts of you. Have you bewitched me?

As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" "Yeah, " he said, heading for the door. "But I don't think it's on the menu.

Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the way you taste.

That dress makes me want to do bad things to you." There was a long pause in which her sweet honeysuckle scent grew, twisting around him. Finally she spoke, her voice low. "What kinds of things?

What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.

He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks. "I was going to start a fire ---" He smiled down at her. "You did.

Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.

I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life.

You look good in my shirt, " he murmured. The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?" His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?

You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.

If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.

This was no figment of his imagination. This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress.

You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.

What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

You're a machine, " she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek. "Only for you, sweetheart.

Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...

Thank you, " she said against his neck. For what?" For putting up with me." He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

He grinned. "Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.

Why don't we leave this pot on to simmer for a while?

I stared down into her eyes, my voice barely a whisper. "If I stay here any longer, I'm not going to be able to stop myself from kissing you.

I'd kiss you if I could, " I whispered. Jared's breath caressed my skin. "I have other shirts." I smiled and kissed him.

I buried my fingers in her thick, silky hair. Her teeth brushed my neck, her scent filling my lungs, and I tightened my grip, growling against her ear. "Dream come true.

She took his hand, and he smiled down at her. "No mating yet?" "It depends on how...persuasive you could be." "Hot damn, woman. I can be persuasive.

dragon took what it wanted. Took and kept.

She was just...hurt. And tired of feeling as if she wasn't good enough to officially mate with. It was no wonder her wolf was going insane.

You mean run away? Wolves don't run from a fight." Rebecca Winters in Lone Wolf Rising

Fairytales have rules. We may never understand them but they've been hammered into our heads since infancy. Eventually, even the rebels conform.

Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer.

By the hairy balls of Jesus