Best 16 quotes in «she wolf quotes» category

He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. "I don't want anyone touching you, except me.

He didn't want just one morning with her, just one dawn breaking across the horizon. He wanted every dawn forever, every night, and the hours in between.

Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you." "Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen to be fluent in the language." I dazzled him with my smile. "You need to give me a manly nickname." "You haven't given me any reason to give you one yet." "That's harsh.

All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.

I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed in slowly; she smelled like home.... Uh-oh, I'm in big trouble.

I haven't stopped thinking about anything you have said." She looked down at the worktop. "You're not perfect, Owen, and I apologize for pointing it out to you on so many occasions. I honestly didn’t think you were serious until last night, but you're right, I do want you. I always have." She looked up at me. "So, why would I walk away from you now?

I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare.

I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me, Clare?" I indicated to the dead man on the broken pine table. "There is a dead Rogue in your kitchen." "Why is there a dead Rogue in my kitchen?" "Because I killed him in there.

I don't know what they are. They aren't completely human, so I don't know what to call them." I pulled one of the bags over the man's head, then rolled it down to his waist. My fingers brushed Clare's; the feel of her skin sent a warm tingle firing up my arms. I met her gaze, and without thinking too much about it, I slid my right hand over hers. God, I had missed her. "Owen, there is a dead body between us," she said, her gaze never straying from mine. "Best be thankful for that, flower." I pushed down everything I wanted to say. There wasn't time, and her bloody kitchen definitely wasn't the place.

I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.

I said, I love you, you arrogant arse." She smiled. "I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has.

Please don’t let this be a dream. I don’t want to wake up, if it is.

She's a she-wolf. Her nature demands she's dominated, even if she tries to fight it. She'll listen to an amount of force – positive force, not negative force. But leave the run wide open with no boundaries and she won't listen to you at all. All she'll listen to is the call of freedom, even if it leads her straight into a trap. Stop thinking like a human. She's a wolf.

The desire to run so far that he wouldn’t be able to catch up played through me, but in my gut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that, no matter how far I ran, he would always be able to catch me, and I would always want him to.

The past is important. It is the past that helps make us who we are.

Well, shit." I forced a laugh. "I guess I do know what love is, after all." It was Clare. Always Clare.