Katie MacAlister

...There's a bit of a difference between a guy lying back being all sexy and come hither and mmrowr-worthy, and a man who has a toy stuffed parrot hanging from his nips.

I have a hat for it, actually." Elliott made a vague gesture with one hand. "Well, it's more of a full-body suit, really." "Is that a euphemism for a condom?" "No." He marched past me and lay down on the bed. "My mother knitted me a willy-warmer a few years back when we were having a cold stretch. She felt I wasn't like to produce the grandchildren she desires if I had as she put it, frost-shriveled parts.

I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty."Dashing?" Gunner supplied. "Debonair?""A bit of a dawg, actually.

Dragon form is generally reserved for mating and fighting. We found over the years that it was simply easier to blend in - physically speaking - if we resembled those around us. Do you wish to mate with me?

Stop fussing over me, woman. I will be whole again shortly, and then you can resume ogling me and desiring my body.

How was I going to break it to my sister and brother that I was now a demon lord?

My entire body shaking, I carefully unstrapped the seat belt and turned around as far as I could to look at the backseat. Or rather, the dog that sat on it. He was panting, his eyes round, but there was nothing at all odd about him. Other than the fact that I'd just heard him speak. "You can't talk," I told him. "I think I can," he answered.

Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.

Do you have some sort of anti-derangement medication? If so, you might wish to take it.

He's not really my man," I protested. One fuzzy white eyebrow rose over the lens of his glasses. "You were certainly ogling him as if he was.

Oh, boy," Jim said, giving an excited wiggle. "Cat fight! Wish I had some popcorn.

For the record," I do not desire your body. Not that you're hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really nice, and I like your legs because they aren't scrawny, and you have nice shoulders and naughty bits, but I've never been one to put physical attributes ahead of more important things." "Such as?" He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made me want to giggle again. "Intelligence, a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature." I swallowed another giggle. "Not that it wasn't a cool form, but still. I like my men without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shape-shifter." "Is that so?" One eyebrow lifted. "Yes." "Then you will not like this." He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the very wits right out of my brain.

It is the way of women to keep us humble, is it not?

I'm not at all the sort of woman who kisses strange dragons when she comes across them.

I'll drive. But don't you be turning into a dragon while you're in the car. I don't want those claws poking holes in my nice upholstery.

No, I didn't enjoy that in the least. Do it again so I can not enjoy it some more.

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!__f course it is! It__ a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I__ going to save this dress at all costs._ - Sam to Clare

You think I am very cute, you think me sexy, as well. I can read your thoughts, remember._ I hoisted myself up and slid across his body. You are conceited, arrogant, and domineering, everything I dislike in a man. And you are independent, stubborn, and heedless, everything I dislike in a women. I slid my hands under his back and kissed his dampened lips. So why is it that I love you so much? He smiled a smug, masculine little smile and captured my legs with his. Because I love you, and to be loved by a Dark One is enough for any woman.I pinched him in a particularly vulnerable spot and allowed him to kiss me with all the sexy arrogance he had.