Kim Dare Quotes

One day you'll expect better from me.

The most valuable possession my master owns is his submissive. I will take great care that no harm comes to my master's submissive whenever he is not there to watch over me himself.

He was going to have permanent scars in his palms in the shape of his finger nails if he wasn't careful. His hand was forgetting how to form any shape but a frustrated fist.

Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got lots of toys for us to play with. But that doesn't mean the idea of having a policeman helpless in his own cuffs doesn't still amuse me.

Sit and rest while the other idiots find out that they are idiots.

He hated it. Bennett could see it in every line of his body. Marsdon hated being out of control. He hated being in bondage. He hated submitting.
He hated it almost as much as he loved his mate.

I put the mark there so no one else would be able to see it unless you wanted them to," Marsdon told him. A secret little thing that no one else would ever know about. A little bit of his lover that would always be his alone.
Bennett turned away. His hand clenched into a fist as he made an obvious effort not to reach up and touch the cross Marsdon had cut into his skin.
"You put it there so I couldn't ask anyone to kiss me there again," Bennett said. "Yes. That too." Marsdon wasn't about to apologise for it, his own hand had already clenched
into a fist at the idea anyone else's lips could ever touch his mate.

If he was in danger of anything at all, it was spontaneous submissive combustion due to his master's teasing.

Hydrated copper aluminum phosphate - Turquoise.

You're you, and you're mine. Nothing else matters.

I may not have seen your face or breathed your scent before, but I knew who you were the moment I saw you. The moment I had to bite my tongue to keep from ordering you to your knees in front of everyone. The second I wanted to challenge every wolf who so much as shook your hand. The very instant I stopped hating this match, I knew who you were.

You've really never been the guy on the outside looking in, have you?

Leather means possession. Turquoise traditionally represents protection. Together they mean you belong to the man who put it around your neck.

You're mine, fledgling. You belong to me - body and soul. I own you. Never doubt that." "Yes, sir.

Telling someone you'll accept them as long as they pretend to be someone they're not - that's not real acceptance. And saying you'll love someone as long as they lie about part of who they are - that's not real love, pup." Bayden tensed at the word love being uttered out loud for the first time. Axel smiled and pressed a kiss against Bayden's temple. "I won't be someone who does that.

Damn it, Bennett! Who the hell are you trying to prove yourself to? They're all inside. Everyone knows you are a bloody alpha - a literally bloody one right now. You don't have to hop to prove a point.

You can trust my word," Everet said. "No one will raise a hand to punish you while you belong to me. Not me, not anyone else.

There was part of him that had no doubts at all. For better or worse, his cock was one hundred percent, head over heels, flowers, chocolates and little pink fluffy teddy bears, in love with the guy.

I mean ... it's no big deal. You'd have done exactly the same if it had been Ed working undercover with you, right?" Trent's smile had little sign of real happiness in it.
"Like hell I would!" Kieran told him. Trent met his eyes. "Have you met his boyfriend? Derby's bloody well psychotic. I can just imagine trying to
explain to him that I wasn't screwing his sub - I was just screwing the guy his sub was pretending to be." Kieran had heard Derby's views on the matter several times over the past few months. That wasn't a conversation that would ever go well for him or Ed.
"You'd tell Derby?" Trent asked.
Kieran made a disbelieving sound in the back of his throat. "I wouldn't get the chance. Ed would blurt it out five seconds after he set eyes on him. Derby's the only guy he can't lie to.

'My problem was comparatively simple,' Marcus said. 'One kiss was enough to solve it. But that doesn't mean one kiss is enough to wake everyone up and end every nightmare. [ ... ] That's okay,' Marcus whispered to him. 'One kiss doesn't need to be enough to let you know that the nightmare is really over.'
Liam swallowed rapidly, the world around him becoming embarrassingly misty.
'I'm not going anywhere,' Marcus promised. 'There'll be as many kisses as you need.'
Tilting Liam's head back, Marcus dipped his head and brought their lips together one more time. Liam sighed softly into the kiss and, very slowly, woke up just a little bit more.

Dancing is just a vertical expression of a horizontal intent. - George McAllister