Dianne Duvall Quotes

In that moment, Lisette loved that man.
Loud complaints erupted, accomplished by the usual slurs slung at the immortal black sheep.
Bastien shrugged them off as his gaze met hers.
Thank you, she told him telepatheically.
His lips tilted up the tiniest bit.
Unfortunately, Seth and David both picked up on the thought and turned back to her with matching frowns, gazes sharpening.
Merde.
"Why haven't you been around lately?" Seth queried.

If he doesn't get here soon, I'm going to fall asleep, Susan grumbled.
He loved hearing her voice in his head even when she was cranky.
The thought made him smile. I've been keeping you up too late.
Not really, she replied. I've always been a night owl. I just haven't been sleeping late the way I usually do.
And had had one scare after another whilst awake.
Did I mention I'm still sore from digging your handsome ass up?
He laughed.
It was totally worth it, of course, she went on.But if we find out you're single, I might hit you up for a nice long massage.
He cursed when his body immediately responded to the image of her naked and laid out before him, waiting for him to run his hands all over her body. Now who's flirting?
Ooh, she purred. That's so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you're turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience.Damn it. Now I'm turned on.
He laughed, delighted that she inspired him to do so even in such grim circumstances.

Sheldon entered the living room with Jenna's son, John
"What'd we miss?" Sheldon asked with a smile.
While Seth and David abandoned the group, all eyes went from Sheldon to Tracy to Sheldon to Tracy and back to Sheldon again.
It was like watching a tennis match.
And poor Tracy ...
Lisette had never seen her look so stricken.
"Well?" Sheldon prodded, when no answer came.
Sean cleared his throat. "Tracy's been having sex dreams about you."
Krysta swatted her brother on the back of the head.

I haven't felt this way in a long time, Bastien."
His smile slowly faded. "Nor have I."
"I'm not going to refrain from exploring what's happening between us because others may not approve. It's too important.

Several minutes passed. Krysta looked at her watch.
"We still have a few hours of hunting left and nothing much is happening. You want to make out a little?"
He laughed in surprised delight. "You're a saucy wench, aren't you?"
"Hey, when I want something, I go for it."
His body hardened. "And you want me?"
"Yes." She studied him intently. "Your eyes are glowing."
"I want you, too.

Releasing her wrist, he raised his shaking hand and brushed disheveled auburn hair back from her face. Her features were relaxed in sleep. Dirt-smudged. Damp with the tears she had shed for him.
At his touch, she made a sound somewhere in the back of her throat and snuggled closer with a sigh.
He didn't know who she was.
He didn't know who he was.
But in that moment, he loved her for freeing him.
The dog voiced a plaintive whine.
Speech still eluding him, he sent feelings of calm to the loyal animal.
Then, taking the woman's small, pale hand in his, he tucked it against his chest, pressed his forehead to hers, and succumbed to a deep healing sleep.

You're apologizing? Seriously, what happened to you? Have you been taken over by a pod person?

Seth scowled and decreed sternly, "Do NOT read her mind, telepaths. I expressly forbid it. Zach, you and David may read Leah's mind only in the case of a dire emergency. The rest of you may not. Do so against my wishes and you will suffer my wrath."
Leah nodded somberly. "Seth told me that many of you see him as something of a father figure." Leaning into his side, she gave his chest a little pat. "Trust me when I say you do NOT want to read my mind and see the kinky sh** daddy does in bed."
Eyes widened as over a dozen mouths fell open.
Seth threw back his head and laughed.

He didn't like causing her discomfort. "How are your hands?" He held his out, palm up.

Rounding the bed slowly, she placed hers in them.

Stanislav sat up straighter and examined them closely, then swore. Raw, open blisters marred the skin at the crooks of her thumbs and the base of every finger. She had gripped that shovel for so long that the blisters had all popped and the flap of loose skin on each had torn away. It looked painful. And she had said nothing, not even complaining when she had held one hand over the steaming pot of pasta while stirring it, something that must have made her hand hurt even more.

"Stop beating yourself up about it," she ordered softly.

He raised his head, on a level with hers though he sat and she stood.

"I wasn't intentionally listening to your thoughts," she told him. "You were sort of broadcasting them. And it wasn't your fault."

"I beg to differ. Had I not compelled you to dig me up - "

"You would probably be dead right now," she finished for him. Withdrawing one hand, she drew it over his hair. "It was worth it."

His pulse raced at her touch. His gaze dropped to her lips. He heard her heartbeat pick up.

Darkness surrounded her, suffocated her. She tried to pierce it, but her eyes could find no hint of light. Nothing that would help her escape this prison.
Weight pressed down upon her, heavy enough to crush her bones. And perhaps it had. There was no part of her that didn't hurt so much that she wanted to howl with it. But when she opened her mouth, dirt and dust tried to choke her.
Cold.
Pain.
Silence.
No hope.
Then a voice came to her, burrowing down through the soil and coiling around her.
"When love," a woman began to sing softly, "into my dreams was creeping. I gave my heart into your keeping."
Pure ecstasy.
How she needed that voice, that presence to alleviate the darkness and pain and salvage her sanity.
Tears welled in her eyes as she let the soft song embrace her.
Her breath hitched.

That pronouncement went over about as well as an all-vegan buffet at a Cattlemen's Association dinner.

Dragging his lips from hers, he buried his face in her neck. His arms tightened around her almost to the point of pain.

Frowning, wanting those lips on hers again, she hugged him back. "Nick?"

"You scared the hell out of me today," he murmured, his deep voice hoarse.

Her heart turned over. He would only have such a reaction if he cared about her. How had she not realized that before? "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "Just let me hold you a minute."

Smiling, she snuggled against him.

You think I'm a geek now, don't you?" he jested.
She relaxed a little more. "No."
"First I say fanny. Now this."
She smiled. "Actually, I thought your fanny was cute." Her eyes widened. "The fanny," she corrected hastily. "I thought the fanny was cute. Your saying it, I mean."
He winked. "I prefer the first one."
She laughed. "I bet you do.

My life was so barren before we met, Sarah. I couldn't feel anything anymore. Didn't let myself fell anything." Reaching up, he stroked her lovely face. "Then you came along with your courage and teasing and passion and woke me up."
"Now I feel so much that, at times, it overwhelms me," he admitted. "I laugh. I want. I live, Sarah. Because of you.

I need you to not do that," he said, voice low.
"Why?"
"Because every time you touch me I feel how much you want me and it makes me want you even more."
Her blood heated. "I don't have a problem with that," she murmured.
Bastien groaned

When love," she began to sing softly, "into my dreams was creeping." Her voice was low and sultry. "I gave my heart into your keeping."
Pure ecstasy. How he needed her.

You stabbed me in the ass?"
Bastien

I did not need to see that ... I mean I really did not need to see that. Jenna, honey, grab one of my daggers and poke out both my eyes.

I can shape-shift."

Leah blinked and tried very hard not to gape again. That was definitely a doozy. "Like a werewolf?"

"Yes. But it's entirely voluntary and has nothing to do with the moon. I can also shift into the shape of any living creature I wish to, not just that of a wolf. And I'm still me," he hastened to assure her, "when I take an animal's form. I don't start thinking like an animal or anything like that."

She stared at him.

"Leah?"

"Yeah. You're going to have to show me that one."

He released her hand. "Is there any animal in particular you'd like me to change into?"
She shook her head. "Just… something that won't make me pee my pants."

He laughed.

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Aidan ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Damn, you feel good," he whispered, his deep voice hoarse with need.
It only excited her more. "What do you say we forget dinner and the movie?" she whispered, her breath shortening.
"How you tempt me," he rumbled, tightening his hold.
"If I tempted you as much as you tempt me," she pronounced boldly, "we would both be naked right now.

Reordon," a male voice came over the line.
"Chris, it's Marcus."
"Hey, man. How's it going?"
"Not that great. I wrecked my bike."
"Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa."
"That's the one."
"Please tell me it's just a scratch."
Marcus studied the wreckage. "I'm sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them.

As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. "Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup crew to arrive?" She sure as hell did. She didn't know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through her veins or just knowing that he wanted her, but she was already wet for him, her body tingling and desperate for his touch.
"That depends ," he whispered against her lips, leaning into her. "How do you feel about making love in front of an audience?"
"That's not my thing either," she admitted. She had never been an exhibitionist.
A throat cleared. "Then you might want to step away from my brother," Richart drawled behind them, "so I won't get an eyeful."
Krysta yanked her hand away so fast you'd think Étienne's crotch had caught fire.
Spinning around, she found Richart standing there with one eyebrow raised.

Sweetie, I'm not a flowers and chocolates kind of gal," she said, leaning into him. "Well, maybe the chocolate."

"I was going to say."
- Krysta and Étienne

Chris frowned and glanced at Melanie just as she peeked at them over her shoulder. He turned back to Bastien, "Oh, hell no. I am NOT spending tens of thousands of dollars to soundproof a room down here so you two can have sex without the vampires hearing you."
Melanie covered her face with a file folder.
Seth crossed his arms over his chest, unable to suppress a smile.
Bastien quirked a brow at the irate human, "You WANT the vampires to hear us?"
"No," Chris sputtered, "I mean, I don't want you having sex! Not while you're both on the clock. Melanie is supposed to be working
"
"She is," Bastien defended her, "LONG hours."
"And YOU are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?"
(Bastien)"Chase them down bare-ass naked and give the human guards and eyeful.

After spending all damned night digging his sorry ass up, no wonder she'd passed out.
"I haven't seen it yet," she mumbled against his neck as consciousness returned, "but I'm willing to bet your ass is actually quite nice.

Seth bent down and scooped her into his arms, kissing her cheek, then blowing raspberries in her chubby neck rolls. Giggles filled the air as she squirmed against him, leaning back and clutching him tighter all at the same time.
How he loved this baby girl.
"I don't know about you," Chaahk said, "but I'm feeling a little rebuffed."
"Why," Seth asked with a laugh, "because I didn't blow raspberries on your neck?'
Aiden and Imhotep laughed.
Shaking his head, Chaahk motioned to Aidra, "Why doesn't she smile as us like that?"
Seth shrugged. "I'm prettier.

And YOU are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?"
(Bastien)"Chase them down bare-ass naked and give the human guards and eyeful."
"I don't know about you," one of the new vamps said in his room, "but I'm pretty sure even a total mind-fuck madness wouldn't make me risk that guy chasing me down and tackling me while he's naked and has a hard-on."
Bastien and Seth both laughed.
"What?" Chris asked unable to hear the vamps.

Beautiful, brave and possessed of violent tendencies. I like her.

He's an immortal from Brazil," Chris said. "His mortal lover, whom he thought was completely trustworthy, videotaped them having sex - "
"Awesome!" Sheldon interjected with a grin.
Everyone looked at him.
"What? I like porn."
Still they stared.
He frowned. "I have to give up booze, parties, and porn? Can't a Second have any vices?"
Chris sighed. "Anyway. She videotaped them having sex and intended to auction it off to news outlets once it had been authenticated by an expert who would swear the glowing eyes, fangs, and . . . ah . . . unusual speed and other things demonstrated were not special effects produced by a post-production house."
"Maybe they were," Sheldon suggested somberly. "Maybe she was out to discredit him. I think we should all watch it and - "
"The tape has been destroyed," Seth cut in.
"Damn." Sheldon slumped down in his seat.
Chris met Richart's gaze. "Anytime you want me to get rid of him . . ."
Richart shook his head. "He amuses me.

I'm a grown woman and can take care of myself. If someone has a problem with my feelings for Bastien and thinks I shouldn't get involved with him because they don't like him, they can kiss my merry mortal ass.

She was the only thing that kept him sane.

You did it again," she declared breathlessly as he lowered her feet to the tile floor. "You made the earth move."
He shook his head with a wince. "Sorry about that."
"Don't apologize. I enjoyed it immensely. And now that I know making love with you could end the drought that has stricken the area, I think it my solemn duty to nail you as often as I can.

I should definitely sleep in another room."
"No," she stated firmly. Before she could change her mind, she crossed to the bed, slipped beneath the covers, then looked at him expectantly.
"Where is Jax?" he asked, unmoving.
"Downstairs. He liked to sit on the ottoman at night and watch out the back window for raccoons and opossums. Why?"
"He's the only chaperone available to us.

Tonight, when the walls started closing in on me, I figured a drive in the country might be nice because I couldn't think of anything else to do. Then I got here, you opened the door, and I thought: Oh crap, he's going to think I'm a total stalker."

"Not at all." Seth raised their clasped hands and grinned. "I merely assumed you wanted to see my big hands again."

Laughing, she gave his shoulder a shove. "You're such a tease!"

His heart lightened. "Admitted without shame."

"Well, I'll forgive you," she quipped, "because you're letting me hold your hand." Drawing their clasped hands closer to her face, she cupped her free hand over them and smoothed circles over his as she assumed a comical expression of amazement. "Oooooooh. So big," she breathed.

Seth laughed.

I may be small, but I can put away a lot of food.
Sarah

You have a caller."
"Leah from Little Gifts?"
"Yes."
"She came to see me?"
"Why does she want to see me?"
David's deep brown eyes danced with suppressed laughter. "Perhaps because she likes your big hands.

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Damn it, Bastien," Melanie complained. "We could have finally had someone on our side, but, nooooo. You had to go and open your mouth.

He looked really good. Pure temptation. He was so close. So warm. And probably still hard for her beneath the blankets and the sweatpants she could now see he wore.
"Marshal your thoughts, woman," Aidan pleaded with a comical grimace. "You're broadcasting, and this is getting a little uncomfortable.

I'm not antisocial. I just want to be left alone." ~ Roland

You're beautiful, you're smart, you think quickly in a crisis, and you kick ass. Do you have any idea what a desirous combination that is?"
"Since I could say the same about you, yes."
He grinned. "You're bold, too? Be still my heart.

If you'd just told me you wanted her for yourself, I wouldn't have opened my mouth. Asshole."
"He doesn't want me for himself," Melanie said. "He isn't looking for a relationship."
"It doesn't matter if he's looking," Richart grumbled. "He's found one. The two of you can't take your eyes off each other. And in the rare moments you do, you usually touch."
"What?" Bastien said the same time Melanie did.
Was she as appalled that her feelings were so transparent as he was?
"Don't worry." Richart drew out a handkerchief and wiped his crimson lips. "I doubt anyone else has noticed. Bastien is usually too busy pissing them all off."
"He doesn't piss you off?" Melanie asked.
"Other than just now" - Richart glared at Bastien - "no. I've spent enough time in his company that I've become immune to his bullshit.

I stole some of your lollipops."
"Really. Well, if you're in the mood to lick something ... "
She laughed.
"We can hear you," Seth called.
"So?" Marcus countered and kissed his wife again.
"So she's like a daughter to me, jackass."
"Yeah," David seconded. "There's a reason I poured thousands of dollars into soundproofing your bedroom."
"Hmm." Marcus sounded thoughtful. "I do believe your family is trying to tell me I should take you to bed."
"That isn't what I - oh screw it," Seth muttered.

She tapped on the bathroom door. "Ready for clothes?"

The door swung inward.

Leah stared. "Holy crap." Seth was naked, save for a towel he had wrapped around his hips. And his body was pure perfection. His arms and legs both bore beautiful, thick muscle. But not too thick like some of the bodybuilders she'd seen whose arms and legs were so bulky they couldn't rest their arms against their sides and seemed to walk bowlegged. Seth was built more like a professional basketball player. Broad shoulders. A well-developed chest. Even his abs rippled with muscle and begged to be touched.

Realizing she had been staring - aka drooling - she looked up at him. "Seriously, how are you still single?"

But Seth wasn't looking at her face. His eyes were fastened on her body.

Her breath caught when a faint golden glow illuminated his dark brown irises.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he murmured, his voice deeper than usual and husky with what she thought might be desire.

A thrill rippling through her, Leah glanced down. Her eyes widened.

The rain that had found its way past the awning out front had plastered her pajamas to her skin, rendering them nearly transparent.

Leah," he whispered. Heart slamming against his ribs, he knelt beside her.
She glanced at his hand on her breast. "C-cradle robber," she accused with a faint smile. "If I'd kn-known that was all I had to do to get you to feel me up, I w-would've gotten shot sooner.

Damn it, we need some of those men left alive to - " "All you're getting are corpses. When you send the cleanup crew, send a fucking bus.

There is no reason to feel embarrassed, Krysta."
"Easy for you to say! You weren't caught mentally checking out my package!"
~ Étienne and Krysta

Roland was quite possibly the most aggravating, antisocial immortal on the planet. Seeing him cuddle and nurture a black and white kitten that could fit in the palm of his hand was nothing short of bizzare.

A faint, high pitched scream came from Etienne's pocket, accompanied by a drumbeat. "There are squirrels in my pants!" a girl cried as Phineas and Ferb's "Squirrels in My Pants"song began blaring from his phone.
Every immortal in the room turned to look at him.
Etienne scowled at his brother.
Laughing, Richart closed his cell phone and put it away. "I didn't change it. I just wanted to know what it was."
"Asshole.

Ooh. That's so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you're turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience. Damn it. Now I'm turned on.

If you ever endanger her life again by pulling some stupid shit like that, I will rip your fucking arms off and beat you to death with them

I would never betray you," she responded automatically, then bit her lip.
He raised one eyebrow.
"Okay, other that boinking your enemy, I would never betray you," she qualified.
He huffed a laugh, "Boinking?"
"I believe that's one of Sheldon's terms.

Ethan stared at Krysta. A teasing gleam entered his eyes, making Étienne narrow his own as his hackles rose. Offering Krysta a flirtatious grin, Ethan said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."
In a heartbeat, Étienne drew a dagger and threw it.
The hilt struck Ethan right in the center of his forehead, snapping his head back. "Ow! Shhhhit! What the hell, man?"
Krysta gaped up at Étienne, who squirmed as everyone at the table stared at him.
He cleared his throat , but didn't know what to say. He hadn't really meant to do that. He had just reacted.
"Oh yeah," Sheldon said. "He has fallen and he has fallen hard.

Here. " She shoved three large towels at his chest. "Get out of those wet clothes and dry off. Don't worry," she promised with a grin. "I'm not going to take advantage of you."
He actually smiled then. "Would you be offended if I expressed disappointment?

Shaking his head, he closed the distance between them. "Don't tempt me, minx."

She grinned unrepentantly. "Think it would shock your fellow immortals if I made a habit of grabbing your ass in their presence?"

Again he laughed. "Everything you do where I'm concerned shocks my fellow immortals.

Every muscle in his body went rigid. Then he rolled toward her, not stopping until she was on her back and he loomed over her. He shoved a muscled thigh between hers, parting them and making room for himself. Then, his eyes as bright as the damned sun, he ducked his head and claimed her lips, devouring her and stoking the flames until she moaned and arched up against him.

YES. This was what she wanted, what she needed. It had been soooooo long since any man had touched her. And Nick wasn't just any man. He was the one who frequented all of her illicit sexual fantasies.

She moaned a protest when his lips left hers and trailed kisses across her cheek to her ear. His warm breath sent more sensual shivers through her before he raised his head and stared down at her.

He strolled through the store to the back room.
Leah sat at a desk, staring at a computer screen that displayed a spreadsheet of some sort. "Give me two minutes," she mumbled, her tone distracted, "then I'll be done."
Seth leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. She wore glasses tonight. He had never seen her do so before and wondered if she needed them for reading and close-up work the way many humans did once they reached their forties. The frames were black, reminding him of those that had been popular in the sixties. Her long hair was pulled back in a slightly disheveled bun. The jeans and blazer she'd apparently changed into before going back to work hugged her beautiful figure.
She had, as Sheldon would say, a real sexy-librarian thing going on that heated Seth's blood. The longer he watched her, the more he wanted to touch her, to peel that blazer off, loosen her hair, and -
"Finally," she announced with a sigh. Closing the file, she removed her glasses and spun the chair around to face him. When she looked at him, her eyebrows flew up. "Hi."
"Hello."
She studied him for a moment. "Something on your mind?"
Aside from a deep desire to strip her naked?

You're even more beautiful when kissed the sun."
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I would much rather be kissed by you.

Seth stood about six feet eight inches tall with broad shoulders, a leanly muscled form, beautiful patrician features, and long wavy black hair (drawn back with a leather tie) that reached his waist. David stood about six feet seven inches with equally broad shoulders, a bit more muscle, the face of a pharaoh, flawless skin as dark as midnight, and pencil-thin dreadlocks that fell to his hips.

It storms when you make love?"
"Apparently."
Turning back to the large warriors in the hallway, Leah flashed them all a grin. "Well then, boys, you'd better put your rain boots on. Because monsoon season is coming.

Marcus directed his response to Zach. "Do you have something against shirts?" His eyes dropped to Zach's bare chest.
"Yes," Zach retorted.
Tracy laughed. "I can live with that."
"Me too," Sean's Second, Nichole, said with a smile.