K.A. Merikan Quotes

I'm like a Happy Meal without the toy."
Liam gave him an incredulous look. "Are you kidding? You're like a Happy Meal with two toys.

As afraid as he was for Seth, it was high time to put some trust in him when needed. Dom might not ever let him become a free-range boyfriend, but he could let him graze freely once in awhile, just to satisfy his instincts.

What has first drawn him to Max was the man's unyielding character, not whether he was real-life boyfriend material.

Beast wondered bitterly if Laurent's morals and convictions would have been as stern if it was Knight who'd tried to get into his pants. He'd probably come up with some stupid excuse after the deed was done, along the lines of, 'Oh, I didn't know sucking cock meant attraction!'. "Why

Do blowjobs count as bites? Am I going to turn into a werewolf? Maybe I should've asked some more questions before we got to this point. In

That was… wow. You're so fucking good."
Zak's exhale turned into a breathless laugh. He pushed on Stitch's arm and rolled him onto his back. With his face flushed red and a big smile on his face, he looked like the happiest man alive. "You have no idea how hard it was for me not to come right away. You're so fucking hot you make me turn into a teenager," whispered Zak, landing in the covers next to Stitch. He immediately rolled closer and pulled him against his chest. The movement made sperm drip out of Stitch.
Stitch hugged Zak close and smiled back. "Did the teen-Zak wet himself over fucking a big, bad biker?" He kissed Zak's sweaty forehead. Just a few hours ago, Stitch wouldn't even consider bottoming, and now it felt like the best idea on the planet. He felt so light he could fly

You said you have a backup plan." Ryan just sat there, not looking up.
"That's not the point." Liam walked over, until his knees hit the bed and he couldn't see Ryan's face anymore, so instead, he gazed at his colorful hair. "I don't have a backup plan for losing you.

Seth wasn't the kind of person who made deals with cartels. He was the kind of person who made waffles with whipped cream and bananas.

I want to make you never want to leave from under me." Stitch gave him one more kiss before finally pushing himself up. Stitch had no idea he had already reached his goal, but Zak was a reasonable man, and he wouldn't make teenage-worthy promises or declarations. Life didn't work that way in his world.
Instead, he reached back with his hand without yet looking up. He was heavy with lazy, sweet exhaustion.
"What's this?" Stitch chuckled and pulled on his fingers.
"Nothing. Just wanted to touch you," muttered Zak, slowly turning his head and sprawling his cheek on the blanket to look back. He took a deep breath when Stitch pulled out his cock, leaving him boneless.
"You can touch me whenever you want." Stitch smiled at him with his eyelids lowered. He was the picture of satisfaction.
Zak snorted and pulled on Stitch's hand, getting to his feet. He didn't want to think about the bad blood left over from the spying. Or the broken window. "That's handy."
Stitch got rid of the condom and stroked Zak's ass with a lazy grin.
Zak sighed, looking at the large hand on his asscheek. "You know how to make a man feel special

onto his cock and smiling as if he just got into bed with David Gandy, which wasn't that far from the truth. Domenico knew his own worth.

Liam... You're the best. You're handsome, funny, patient with my fits, a fantastic cook. You taught me how to swim." Ryan bit his lip, eyes focused on the shadowed face in front of him. "Like, if there was a zombie apocalypse, you'd save me and feed me." He smiled. "I wouldn't need some loser with a guitar that wouldn't even work without electricity. I'd need a real man. The kind that runs into a burning building to save me.

And now that it's legit, I am gonna hammer you," Stitch's grin widened and in one abrupt move, he arched his hips and threw Zak over to his back while still holding on to his legs. "All night. And then the night after… and after…" He lapped at Zak's neck.
Every single nerve in Zak's body stood alert, as if waiting for Stitch's command. Zak moaned, feeling a rush of heat to his face, and rapidly pulled on the sides of Stitch's cut. The moment his lover's weight collapsed on top of him, he knew there wasn't anything he wanted more

Domenico reached out for the olive oil standing in a basket next to them and poured a large dollop into his hand before winking at Seth, beyond excited. "It will feel like the first time again."
Seth pouted, which didn't make him look any less horny. "Because it's 'extra virgin'?

Domenico had that 'look-at-me I've-got-money' attitude about him. A proper nouveau riche. In combination with his pig-like table manners at home, it was a sight to behold.

I don't fuck girls," Stitch repeated. "Are you blind? I'm a fucking fag. I've always been. I couldn't even fuck my wife properly. Why do you think she divorced me? This is some bullshit!" He kicked the broken window and cracked the wood with his boot.
Zak let out a long breath, his mouth pressing into a thin like. "Why didn't you say anything? You never said you were gay. How could I know that?" he asked in a small voice. "I thought... that we were just buddies."
Stitch walked up to him and cupped Zak's face, digging his thumbs into his warm cheeks. "I don't like to talk about this kind of shit. There is no other option for me. Either you're in, or you're not. We're not 'buddies' and we never were. We're not friends, we're not mates. I see you as a… lover. Someone to get close to, someone I can be myself with. If you need to arrange to be exclusive, then it looks like this dog was barking up the wrong tree."
Zak opened and closed his mouth, his shining blue eyes looking straight into Stitch's soul. "I've never been with anyone like this.

Dayton would never learn that playing with fire ended with burns.

Man, that was a close call. Ryan's still upset about our hookup?"
"He said 'vagina', okay?" stuttered Liam, pushing Matt to the side. "I have to go to him!"
Matt raised an eyebrow, confusion painted all over the handsome face. "Huh? Is he being assaulted by a vagina?"
"Something must have happened. It's his safeword.

It was... amazing," whispered Zak, seeking Stitch's fingers with his hand. "Never done this bare before, and you... agreeing to this, letting me come inside you. I just... don't know what to say without making it seem cheaper than it was, you know."
Stitch squeezed Zak's hand and delighted in a slow kiss. "My inhibitions were bullshit. Now I know. I had the shittiest day and you made it better. Thank you."
Zak pushed his fingers into Stitch's hair and looked into his eyes. His were this beautiful, deep blue that Stitch could look into all the time. It was different to lie in Zak's arms for a change, him being a bit sore in a way that Zak sometimes mentioned but Stitch could never understand. It really was pleasant, hot, tender. A remainder of being so close with another man, closer than he ever imagined.
"I'm here to serve," chuckled Zak, but his face became more serious when he leaned in for another kiss. "You are an amazing man. Nobody's anything like you."
"I love you," Stitch whispered and kissed Zak's lip piercing. Everything about his man was perfect

What is it? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, breathless.
"No, please, be close to me," Stitch whispered, feeling the wetness under his eyelids. He lived in a culture where being tough was the only currency. He didn't even cry when he was alone. Being able to let it out made him just as relieved as having the amazing hot body on top of him. Made him remember he was still human, not a man whose muscles were made out of violence and bones out of fury

Why do you keep pushing me all the time?" Ryan looked at him with a pout.
"Because a guy like you shouldn't be alone.

Not here, my sweet. I don't want trouble before I have my hands on you." Benjamin

Tooth, leaning against the doorframe, all sweaty and butch, and oh, that body would soon be naked and wet from the shower. And Luci would be out here, silently howling by the door.
"I could um… shower with my eyes closed. How's that work?" Luci knew they were now wasting more time than they could possibly save by showering together, but pushing for it was impossible to resist. Not to mention that if Tooth ever actually agreed, Luci would open his eyes, see the Holy Grail of dicks, and then get spanked for it. Perfect. Two birds with one stone.

Fuck," he uttered through his teeth. "This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for this freak." A powerful kick shook Zak's seat, but he didn't even try to reason with the unreasonable.
"It's not his fault that I don't like pussy." Stitch briefly turned around and smacked Captain's leg. "I am done doing what others try to push me to do. Aren't we supposed to be fucking outlaws? Living life without rules? Who says I can't fuck a guy if I want to? Fuck that.

I wanna fuck you. I had a rethink, took some time, and I really wanna fuck you, okay? As long as you keep this shit quiet, we could have a, you know, mutually optimal situation here."
Zak frowned, slowly moving his eyes down the massive chest, the package at the front of Stitch's jeans, his firm legs. It was an attractive prospect. "Why do you think I'd want that after what you did earlier? Are you mad?"
For the first time Zak saw real confusion on Stitch's face. "But you're a - you're gay, you said it yourself."
Zak eyed him, startled. This guy had no idea how the world worked, apparently. "You might have noticed that I am also pretty hot. I don't need to settle on whatever someone throws my way. If you want me, you need to convince me why should I want you.

So, you still a Satanist?" Luci asked to change the topic.

"Oh, your mother told you?" Dad sighed and shrugged. "I don't really worship the devil if that's what you're thinking. It's more of a philosophy. Why, you're Christian, or something?"

"I don't think God would approve of my lifestyle, so I was looking the other way. Maybe it's something I could get into, the Satanist thing.

I don't think there is shame in it. You were so wild in your pleasure that night. I couldn't find it in myself to look away. It delighted me to watch you so taken over by your need." Benjamin

The soft, minty mouth moved over his in tune with Derek's hands, which pulled Ethan closer. "Your hair is so long and soft. It makes me think of Jesus."
What did one say to something like that? Ethan had no idea. "Is that a good thing in this context?

You're home as long as you're with me,

Wasn't that the way of the outlaw after all? Why the fuck should Stitch be constrained by rules? Wasn't lack of them what he loved about the biker lifestyle in the first place? Some arrangements made sense: don't rat, have your brothers' back, don't mess with another guy's bike, but cocksucking, ass-fucking? Why the fuck would anyone in the MC care whom he fucked? Because someone believed it's disgusting? Hell, he thought Freddy puking all over the pool table was disgusting, and no one kicked him out.
"Fuck the rules." Stitch bit his lip, looking down and already awaiting those skilled lips

You're my choice of poison." Stitch held him tightly as he turned away from the wall, carrying Zak somewhere in the dark room. A tiny bit of light from a dusty window made the edges of furniture blur, but it was no surprise when the world became horizontal, and Zak's back met a mattress. He didn't have to see Stitch to know he was unbuckling his belt, the metallic clang went straight to Zak's cock. "Gonna kill me, but I can't stop," muttered Stitch

He had been a horrible man, and Seth deserved much more atonement than what he got. If Domenico only could, he would give him the freaking stars in the sky.

Intruder," muttered Zak.
"You didn't seem to mind the intrusion," Stitch whispered with a crooked smile.
Zak snorted, delighted by the flirting. "You managed to convince me to its merits."
Stitch looked like he wanted to put his hands into his pockets, but only realized he was naked and put them on Zak's hips. "It was worth getting bitten by a dog."
Zak stared at him, unsure what to say to that, but he eventually chuckled. "Romantic.

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Tonight, no matter how bloody, was bringing him back to the man he'd fallen in love with. Sweet but violent. Capable, but needy. Vulnerable, but so, so strong.
There would never be another man like him in Domenico's life, and watching him work felt like falling in love all over again.

He was up Shit Creek without a paddle, wasn't he? Funny--his ex had always said Quinn's sense of adventure would eventually get him killed. Maybe Quinn would've listened if there'd been something about "might get you kidnapped and fucked by a couple of werewolves in rural Ukraine.

He's not doing anything to your shop. Just look at him, acting like a big baby that can't get the toy it wants." He shook his head and rolled back to his stomach.
"These guys don't fuck around. You know that. You must have inked at least a few." Travis went back to tattooing, but kept looking back to the door. "Not to mention he's most probably in a closet so deep he's, like, in Narnia

Domenico was the human equivalent of his motorbike. Fast and dangerous, yet impossible to resist taking a ride on, even at the risk of getting hurt.

You like to be fucked like a little bitch?" he groaned and laid his weight on top of Zak, grinding his cock into Zak's hip.
Zak's ass accepted the thick digit without question, but his mind rattled in alarm even as he ground back, fucking himself on the finger. He wasn't against dirty talk but he didn't know this guy, and it felt very off. "No, I like to be fucked like a man," he whispered.
Stitch snorted. "Oh yeah? And how does a man get fucked, huh?" He pulled out his thumb just to replace it with two other fingers, screwing in even harder. "Up the ass, yeah?" His hot breath tickled Zak's skin.
"A man isn't a bitch," whispered Zak. "He's choosing to get fucked up the ass, and he's proud of it." His breathing became shallow as he relaxed to the penetration after initial discomfort. He squeezed his muscles around the digits, anticipating Stitch's reactions. He would show him how good it would be to fuck a real man.
"So why don't you stop lecturing me and take it like a man, huh?" Stitch snarled at him and added another finger, fucking Zak with them in quick, harsh jabs. "I don't like being told what to do.

One day, I'll do it. I'll come deep inside of you so hard, you'll fall in love. It's gonna be like Cupid's arrow."
Zak let out a high-pitched moan, squeezing his fingers over his nipple, and pushed his ass into the warm, coarse hand. The vision painted before him was both obscene and beautiful, and this time, he nodded. "Yeah, and then you'll break my heart, you bastard..."
Stitch laughed into his shoulder and pushed two fingers in at once, but with the generous amount of lube, it was only a slight discomfort numbed down by his own dick throbbing in excitement. Not to mention his heart beating fast as never before. "I would never do that. I would care for you and keep your heart safe," Stitch whispered.

I think I'll take a shower, shave, get refreshed."
Domenico gave him a smile and lowered his voice. "Why? Because you still feel me inside?"
Seth bit his lip and started playing with his fingers. "You're always here, inside." Seth pointed to his heart, and it was so sweet, Dom hardly recognize the horny beast behind that facade.
He stared at Seth, unsure how to react to such honesty in reply to his dirty question.

I am sorry, but it took me months of courting to get him. He is a prize to be won and mine to use as I see fit.

Liam pulled him into his arms, just like he always did.
Ryan smiled and gave his cheek a peck. "You don't have to," he said but he sure wouldn't be pushing the issue. This was exactly what he wanted.
"I do." Liam pushed the door open with his elbow. "It's obligatory for men taking their princes to their castle.

Would it be better it if never happened?" Reuben sighed.
Erik swallowed. "That depends on when I think about of it

With his hand on Stitch's chest, Zak could feel every heartbeat drumming fast. It only made Zak hug Stitch tighter. Sitting at the back of the bike wasn't all that bad when he could trust Stitch to get him home safely. The speed gave Zak an adrenaline rush, but he felt as safe as ever. At a hundred miles an hour, no one could disturb them, it was only him and Stitch

Are you hiding, Benjamin?" asked Frederick, but he did not sound angered. Benjamin

Domenico groaned. "Don't call me that. Sounds like you're expecting me to take my bucket and go play in the sandbox.

Before he even knew it, Stitch's lips were on his, tongue forcing its way in, as Stitch's hands gripped the sides of Zak's face, like a physical reminder of how he'd held Zak in place during the blow job. When Stitch's body pushed on Zak's, he actually regretted not sleeping naked. The kiss was just too good. It sent trails of heat wandering all over Zak's skin. They made his lips tingle, and his throat ache again. He hardly even noticed when he melted into the wall behind him, gasping for breath. Stitch's tongue was hot and teasing, never leaving Zak's mouth, not letting him speak.
Stitch pulled one of his hands away, but before Zak knew it, it was on his hip, fingers already sliding under the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Zak grasped his wrist, keeping it in place. He opened his eyes, looking straight into Stitch's. The display had been pretty convincing. "You're a good kisser. Way to go, using an asset like that," he uttered breathlessly against the soft lips. His cock was already stiffening from the close contact.
"So, do I get to fuck you now?" Stitch groaned and gave Zak's lips a quick lap. He didn't push his hand farther down Zak's pants, but he curled his fingers and scratched the side of Zak's buttock. Fucking charmer.
"We get to fuck, but only as long as you guarantee me you won't be lashing out or intimidating me again. That kind of shit's not on," growled Zak, trying to ignore the warm shivers racing all over his body. He needed to set boundar

What changed your mind?"
"I never changed my mind." Stitch grunted as he threw the bag as far as he could into the black water.
Zak sighed, rushed toward him, and pulled him away from the shore. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the water getting rough in the moonlight as reptiles crept closer in the darkness, ready for some fresh meat. "Will you come back home with me?" he uttered, cold sweat sliding down his back.
Stitch took a deep breath and held onto Zak's hand. "If you'll have me," he whispered. "This was such a shit day, wasn't it?"
Zak squeezed his hand tightly with a shuddery sigh. A man who had trembled with pleasure in his bed turned into gator feed, and Zak was choosing to betray him. The death could still be discovered, they could still be charged with murder, but he was determined to keep himself in one piece. "I just want to kiss you so badly."
Stitch bowed down to him and gave the kiss Zak so deeply craved. His soft, warm lips were somehow making all the black thoughts flee into the depths of Zak's mind. "I can't please everyone." His voice was so weak it was getting lost in the sounds of splashing water and buzzing insects.
Zak pushed himself against Stitch and gasped as adrenaline shot into his brain. Stitch's scent was sharper than ever, spiked with all the stress and fear of the passing day. "I love you."
"I know, I love you too." Stitch kissed Zak's lips once more and stroked the side of his head. "Let's go home.

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If everything went smoothly, he might have found himself a donor. *

This wouldn't be the first time Stitch woke up in someone else's bed, but he already anticipated an unnaturally high level of awkwardness, and all his senses screamed for him to pick up his stuff and run. On the other hand, it wouldn't be enough to just run. As girly as this bedroom was, with its pinks and baby blues, with the dried flowers in a huge vase, the room belonged to a guy, and nothing could erase what Stitch had done the night before. The logical part of his brain kept suggesting that since he already went for it, fucked Zak like a bunny in heat, then he might as well continue because there was no taking it back. If the guy knew how to keep quiet, Stitch could finally have a hot guy to fuck. Not to mention the mind-blowing head Zak had given him. He'd love to have that inked up body under him again

Write down the date, because I'm getting that tattoo five years from now, okay?"
The tears that had been only a gloss over Ryan's eyes now spilled down his temples. "You're doing this on purpose." Ryan laughed and gently punched his arm.
"Just a little bit." Liam rolled Ryan to his back and lapped off the salty wetness. His chest was swelling with joy