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1 " Duress, my ass. You wanted to climb Declan like a tree. Hell, better yet, you wanted to eat him like a birthday cake.” Harper pointed at her, eyes narrowed. “With butter. Cream. Icing. "
― Celia Kyle , On the Growl
2 " Brenna decided if she was gonna be called a bitch, it better be Queen Bitch. "
3 " And why am I suddenly the chick you wanna hump like a fire hydrant? We’ve worked together for years, Declan. Years. "
4 " She was a ball of “do me now.” Twice. Ten times if he had the stamina and lube. "
5 " Birthday cake without buttercream icing wasn’t birthday cake. It was a crime against nature and should be hauled into the yard and doused with beef bouillon before it poisoned the Sugary Forest of Goodness. "
6 " Chest? Yes. Abs? Oh, let her lick them, yes. Thighs? She wondered if he could support her with those big legs. He’d push her against the wall and she’d wrap her legs around… and then the thrusting… Okay, yeah, all of that was hornball worthy. His growl? Not so much. Because he wasn’t a werewolf no matter how hard he tried to convince her otherwise. "
7 " Should have stocked up on condoms for the eventual trip to Fucktown. "