Quotes from Wendy Rathbone

He wore tight red slacks and a white shirt. His body, I could see, was impeccably shaped.

Once Thorne woke with his hand on Kris's hip, his fingers caressing up and down the curve at the top of his buttock. He cupped it protectively and fell back to sleep.

Kingship seemed cursed to drive many men mad.

I meant lucky to have someone who loved him so much that he would go to such lengths to ensure he would never have another mate." Kris's chin nearly touched his chest and his lovely brown eyes closed. "To be loved that much—wow.

They are all. They are the soul, somber, surreal, bringers of pain, bringers of rapture. They do not kill; their love is pure, but different, not human.

I have had lovers look at me many ways," Malory observed. "But never the way you're looking at me now." "How"? "As if you are dreaming awake.

Thorne had to bite down hard on his tongue to keep from reacting to all the golden hair that tumbled down onto the man's shoulders.

I didn't know it would be so cold." Though he remained unbending, poised as if to flee, Kris's voice was melodic. Sweet. Thorne's stomach clenched. Listening to him was like music.

No. But I think maybe I, too, know what it means to be alone. To be misjudged.

Thorne nodded. Body tingling again. It was his pleasure to help Kris. Too much his pleasure.

And Kris." Thorne added. "Don't define yourself by what you read in the cold context of online know-it-all websites.

even a force field cannot hold back the void only a human embrace

I'm not an Alpha! I don't want an Omega. Or toys. I don't want anything!" But you. "Your mind is not clear.

I can't." My voice just above a whisper. "I just can't." "Because you won't allow help?" I shut my eyes tight, not answering. "My help?" he asked.

Something touched my shoulder. I started to flinch. Stopped myself. The offer was too good. My cock throbbed in response.

I was on the verge of bursting. His fingers trailed down my arm, over my chest and stomach, then down down down… …and set me free.

His body surged at that need to protect. To care for. To love. He wanted to bond him. It had been coming on for days, more than attraction and desire, more than lust. Thorne wanted Kris by his side, in his arms, melded to every cell of his body. All the time. It had only been one week but he knew. His body knew. His dreams knew.

As he puttered about outside, he talked to himself. He was his only company, so he never thought it odd. "I really should get a dog." "Should I make chili for dinner? Or turkey soup?" "Hmm. I don't smell snow and

Father, it's me. Kris," I said gently. He blinked but did not move. "Kris. My favorite most beautiful son.

The sweetest I've ever experienced. The very air of you," he said. "I must—must-