Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of...

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. “Thank you for believing in me ” I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn’t.

And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.

At the alpha level, your imagination acts powerfully on your subconsciousness mind and therefore your imaginings are powerfully effective in producing the desired result. It is believed that our subconscious mind represents nearly 90 percent of our mental capacity, which is why influencing your subconscious mind produces such powerful effects.

I want everyone to get plenty of rest tonight, because tomorrow, we make plans to bury the new council chair. And don’t worry about the shovel shortage,” I said, glancing from face to determined face. “Because Calvin Malone has dug his own grave.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.

I like the idea of you on an island…””Oh…why’s that?” She’s squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun.”I could keep you all to myself. You’d be trapped, only able to come and go as I please…I’d be your Caesar…”She laughs and reaches her hand out to me, “Don’t...

He reached down and fingered his hoodie on the bed. ‘You sleeping with this?’ His voice grew raspy. I shrugged. ‘Maybe.’ He growled, wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face in my shoulder. ‘You really test my limits,’ he said. Then I heard him mumble, ‘Already.’ ‘Your limits?’ I asked, pulling back to...

Sweet girl, if I told you everything, life would lose all mystery.

I’m going to give you pleasure so good you’ll forget your name… You’re going to think my name is Yes, God Yes, or Fuck Yes.

Guys like him? They were the worst kind. All looks and no heart. Guys not like him? They were all deceiving, freaking asshats.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property. And I’m proud of that. I’m proud of how happy I make him.

He’s touching places, with his …”Eyeing them both I give them a look as my chest redden further, I really don’t want to have to say specifically.

I met a boy. And when he smiled, my life began.

Consider yourself taken, sweetheart.

Or has your dad changed his mind about that?” Alex sneered. “My father never changes his mind.” “Oh, that’s right. Your dad’s the sort who’ll bang his head into a brick wall over and over, convinced the wall will eventually collapse. But it isn’t the bricks that are going to cave in, Alex. Fortunately you...

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

Any woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the walking mass of sexy that was Erik MacGregor.

Frowning I playfully blow a fresh handful of bubbles at him as we walks back out, laughing over his shoulder at me.

Both of you are threads in a carefully woven masterpiece of a blanket that is life. Parts of you are weaved into parts of him. There’s no changing that.

Don’t make me slap your pussy.

Wow. You guys are like a broken record. Don’t you ever get tired of the whole ‘knock ’em our and drag ’em back to the cave’ routine? ‘Cause I swear, Cro-Magnons were more subtle.

I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

In the spirit of the Alpha and the Omega, in the way the Alpha was theOmega, and vice versa, he knew the beginning was also the end—and that the end was just another beginning.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

I want wings. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I’m here to deliver what you need.

I’m not seeing a strong father-son relationship here, Alex. You two make Anakin and Luke look like Andy and Opie.

And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!

Marrok, in allthese years, you’ve grown to be like a grandson to me. I believe you can do this. Have faith in yourwolf, son. Where you’re weak, he’s strong. It’s his mate, too, and I can guarantee he won’t let her gowithout a fight.

I could feel his whole body trying to claim me, want me, own me in lust, and it made me feel so valuable and wanted. As I was bent over the table, I felt like I was the world to him, and he could think of nothing else, could feel nothing else: he was consumed...

What if I say no?””I keep asking till the only option is yes. I always win, Ms. Payne.

The only way I’m letting you go is off.

Today alpha equals 1/137.0359 or so. Regardless, its value makes the periodic table possible. It allows atoms to exist and also allows them to react with sufficient vigor to form compounds, since electrons neither roam too freely from their nuclei nor cling too closely. This just-right balance has led many scientists to conclude that the...

Ben was in his truck, window down, idling at the curb, dark lenses hiding his eyes from her, looking effortlessly big and badass.The way she wished she felt.

The air felt thick with the feeling between us, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, our hot desire for each other. Both my hands were clenched on the tablecloth, bunching it tightly, as he continued to swipe the belt against my quivering ass cheeks, and I could feel...

”Tempting…so…fucking…tempting.” He gently peeled her hand away, slammed the door, and got in the driver’s side. Then he turned to her, the harsh planes of his face in the shadows creating a savage expression the stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth. ”I need you in a bed tonight, Jillian. I need more...

I’ve always thought of the T-shirt as the Alpha and Omega of the fashion alphabet.

I no longer fear the pain…I fear no release from this torture…knowing that I’ve hurt him and he can’t forgive me…that he won’t be able to make me his good girl again.

Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.

He lashed the belt against my ass again, and I was starting to feel like I was some supernatural being that was more than he was. He was just human, but I felt like something from heaven, an angel from the stars, that had come down to grace him with my presence. How beautiful lust...

Scared that I might just be able to get past that impenetrable outer shell?

I’d been kissed before. Many times. There were awkward and sloppy kisses, those tension-fraught moments of fumbling intensity as a teenager. There were more skilled kisses, passionate and intentional. There were kisses that stole my breath, kisses that merged seamlessly with the shedding of clothes and the joining of bodies. But never, before this moment,...

What? Don’t you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?”His look only hardens. “No, Lucy. I’m serious. I won’t tolerate that from you.” He doesn’t look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomach, spreading down again. “Well…I’ve heard you curse before…” I swallow loudly, but keep his gaze.”I’m...

There was really way too much hotness going on back there.

Have you seen what wolves do to their prey? But they do mate for life.

He pulled my head back further, and I could hear his ragged breathing as his mouth came close to my ear, sounding so desperate for me. God, I was turned on so much…

it all comes back to you. You protect them [your pack], you love them, you live for them, and someday, you die. That’s what it means, Bryn-girl, to be what we are [to be Alpha]. It’s lonely. It’s impossible. It’s all-consuming.” It is what it is.