Wylder Quotes

Women are so enigmatical – some in everything – all in matters of the heart. Don't they sometimes actually admire what is repulsive?...

In my mind’s eye I see her spread out in front of me, back arching as I taste her neck. She tastes amazing. My mind spins outward, imagining the things I could do to her if she was in my bed. I would plunge myself deep inside her, not letting her come until she begged.

I used to fake orgasms to give them a boost of confidence, like a participation trophy. The older I get the less patience I have. You either play to win or get the fuck off my field.

I’m sorry about my brother,” he says. “He worries about me.” “Is everything okay?” I ask. “Everything’s great.” I bend down to clean up the juice mess.

He grins. "You are a good slut..." He slides his finger out of me. "You can come for me now, slut." Then he licks me once more, hard and fast, and that's the last thing I can process before I let the orgasm hit me.

Everything I am, everything I create, is because of you.

The darkness had come to claim her at last and she gave into it willingly. Her beast would keep her safe.

Hello, Satan. Is that seat cushioned? How kind of you. I have a feeling I’ll stay here a while…

Except, even after I moved, those feelings didn’t go away. They didn’t even lessen at all. If anything, they grew stronger because I didn’t have those moments of seeing her face to tide me over until the next time. I was completely fucking miserable. For two whole years. Then I got that text from her in the middle of the night and knew I couldn’t fight my feelings any longer.

There were influences of a wholly unsuspected kind already gathering round the poor vicar, William Wylder; as worlds first begin in thinnest vapour, and whirl themselves in time into consistency and form, so do these dark machinations, which at times gather round unsuspecting mortals as points of revolution, begin nebulously and intangibly, and grow in volume and in density, till a colossal system, with its inexorable tendencies and forces, crushes into eternal darkness the centre it has enveloped.

Dear Fiona, When’s the last time you got laid? You don’t remember, do you? Same here. Being sick will really put a damper on your love life, if you know what I mean. I really miss having fun with a hot guy. I’m sure you do too, right? Well, it’s about time to get back on the saddle. Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to go on Tinder or Craigslist or anything like that. I already have someone picked out for you. Remember that hot guy who works at the tattoo shop across from the bar? Yeah, that guy. I’m not asking you to fall in love with him, but get laid for fuck’s sake. Next to it is a smiley face emoji. Have fun and be safe! Love always, Kia

Dear Fiona, I’m sure by now you’ve probably figured out that these adventures are more about you than they are about me. If this were truly my bucket list, you’d probably still be lost after spelunking in a cave right now. But this isn’t about me. My only regret would have been for you to continue to mourn me after I’m gone and not live the most epic life you possibly could. Your heart is too big to keep it contained to little ol’ me. Spread that shit around. Bring joy and love to others the way you have to me, and make sure you get it in return. Love always and forever, Kia

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I saw you at the bar those nights when you were drunk with your friend and laughing and looking at me through the window of my shop. I knew exactly who you were when you came in.” I stare at him. “Are you serious?

If his face wasn't enough (It is.), you can tell under his suits that his body is fantastic. If his body weren't enough (It definitely, definitely is.), his voice is enough to make your mouth water. In

Service

No there’s not. Honestly, with the amount of time we have left, I don’t have time for romance. Love is just a chemical reaction, and I can live without it. I don’t mind being a single virgin, as long as I have a chance to save the world.

We’re going to fall one way or another. I want to fall into her.

Come for me one more time,” Wylder whispered in my ear. “Soak his leg, sweetheart. Use him for your pleasure. Show me how you do it. I want to watch.

Oh no, sweetheart.” Wylder took my chin into his hand and moved my face to his. “I’m nine inches deep here. You call my name.” “Make me,” I taunted. “Shit.” He shook his head. “Fucking brat.

You are still everything. We aren’t just one thing. We grow old and we collect different parts of ourselves, evolving and growing into what we’re meant to be.” “And who am I meant to be?” She blinked some tears away, but I caught them with my thumb. “You’re the sun melting the snow. You are sanity to Wylder, warmth to Theo, and everything to me.” “I like that.” She smiled. I kissed her then, calmly, different than before, trying to show her our love could be gentle too. I wanted to build it all with her. I was excited for the moments yet to come, to see her face every day while she fell in love with us. I dropped my forehead to hers. “You’re going to be so many things in life. Sometimes, people will assume you’re something that you’re not, but it doesn’t matter, sunshine. What you truly are is right here.” I touched the middle of her chest. “It’s only for you and the ones who love you. They’ll always know the truth. They will always come to stand behind you. Whatever you are, it will always be enough.” “And the three of you will love me? Will you always know my truth, even when I don’t?” Her tears broke my heart. She had no idea what she was for us. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing her. “You’re all I see, Julia. I’ll always know who you are, even when you forget.

tray of drinks, this time with a

So." She says, smiling at us, "How long have you been sleeping together?" I choke on my water.

She had taken the life of the one that had taken her mother's. She had avenged her brother's death. She was a hunter now. But Mother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last humans of the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the Lost City.

He pushed his way between them with his burly frame and forced her to stand in the cold with him. He flipped the long, silver dagger so its worn handle faced her. "Take your claw, pup," he growled. This was called White Fang, a blade almost as legendary as the hunter who owned it. It has been long told in the village that as a youth, Wolfsbane had destroyed an entire pack on his own, thus earning his name.

To love a poet is to love a moment.

telling an uproarious story,

And then a strange calm fell over her and the snow and limbs were no longer obstacles. In this moment she became a part of the forest and avoided pitfalls and roots with ease. She felt free as the howling winds and the birds of prey that trailed them.

every day I've been here.

even though I'm safe. I see his ghostly reflection moving

and relaxed I think I'm going to like working here,

breaking open. I can't help

and that's all it takes. He

of his eyes on my body. I

think we're at the place where

Me

No matter your principals,....there is a shortage of truly excellent cock in this world. If you have the chance for it, take it and don’t look back. You won’t regret it later.

She looks right at my face. “Love isn’t a farce just because of how often it can be felt.” Miranda takes a slow drink of her wine, thoughtfully. Then, “It’s more real because of that reason.

Il ne savait pas comment on pouvait vouloir d'un chien de la taille d'un rat. Il pourrait avaler cette saloperie d'un seul coup.

I’m happy for you,” Sam says. He looks at me. “For both of you. If you need help moving into your new place, let me know.” Deacon’s brow furrows, again looking similar to Sam. “Um, yeah, actually I could use the help.” “I’ll help too,” I say. “No way,” Sam says. “You’re not lifting a finger. Not while you’re growing my niece or nephew inside of you.” Deacon looks at me in shock and shakes his head. “Thanks, Brother,” he says. When we’re in the truck, Deacon shakes his head. “Are you some kind of sorceress or something?” he asks. “What do you mean?” “Or maybe a surgeon.” I laugh. “What on earth are you talking about?” He pulls into a nice older neighborhood lined with weeping willows. It’s the kind of neighborhood one would feel safe raising a family in. Lots of sidewalks for children to run and play. To stroll along with a couple of babies. There’s a small park on the corner and bicycle trail. I’ve always dreamed of living in a neighbourhood like this. “How did you get that stick out of Sam’s ass when I’ve been trying my whole life?” Deacon says. I smile. “Sam is a good guy. He just wants a relationship with his brother and I told him I’m going to make sure he gets it.

After a few hours she starts to doze off. By far the easiest baby I’ve ever taken care of out of all the children I’ve ever babysat. I carry her to her room. Afraid of waking her, I sit on the floor and hold her on my lap instead of putting her back in the playpen. I’m still reading to her, wanting her to feel comforted by my voice even if she’s asleep. She’s in a new home, surrounded by new things, so I don’t want her to feel alone or scared. Especially with her dad gone. Suddenly I have this strange feeling like I’m being watched. When I look up, Deacon is standing there, leaning against the door jam. I have no idea how long he’s been watching me. I smile at him. “She’s a big fan of literature. She needs more books. I have a ton of them leftover from my childhood. I’d like to give them to her if that’s okay with you,” I say. He has the strangest look on his face. So serious. He looks overwhelmed. Intense.

While we ate, Mr. Wylder regaled me with stories about Dane’s childhood. During which the person in question sat quietly in the corner, sullenly feigning disinterest, and devoured his food. Much to his chagrin, I now know that Dane was still wetting the bed at five and his first word was kiss. Apparently, his mother was always asking for a kiss and Dane took to kissing like a boss. Hence, a player was born.

Let me get it,” he says, standing much too close for my comfort. It’s downright suffocating. “Not a chance, darlin’,” I drawl, giving him a dose of his own medicine. I hand the youngish sales lady my tags and bury my gaze inside my purse in search of my wallet. When I look up, I find a loopy smile on her face and it’s directed at him. The happy bastard smiles right back. “Are you two done? Can I pay for these, or would you like to go on a date before you ring me up?” They both turn to stare. She’s cherry red and pushing all the wrong buttons on the register while Dane’s busy scowling at me. I hand her my credit card without taking my eyes off of him. “Did I do something to you, Stella?” The thing is, I’m not mad at him. I’m mad at myself. I cannot believe that I allowed myself to fall under his spell. I don’t blame the sales girl either. She never stood a chance under the magnetic force that is Dane Wylder. I fell for it and I’ve been vaccinated against this particular virulent disease. I have Paul Donovan to thank for that. Turning back to the sales person, I take the receipt she hands me. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “Hormones––they’re wreaking havoc.” “Oh, I get the same way when I get my period,” she replies in the sweetest drawl. “Thanks for your help,” I tell her in an apologetic tone. With that I walk away from the counter, and the two of them. A second later a big hand grabs a hold of my upper arm. I stop and turn, my expression not a happy one. “You didn’t answer me?” “No, Dane. You did nothing. Like I said, it’s the hormones.” He looks pensive, his sexy lips pursed as he’s mulling this over. “We should get you some ice cream.” I don’t know whether to laugh, or cry. He genuinely thinks ice cream is the solution to our problem? Then again he doesn’t have a problem. I’m the one with the urge. I’m the one with the craving. Unless ice cream comes in a flavor called Sweaty Sex With Dane, I don’t want it…and about as smart as jumping out of a plane with no parachute. The ride will be fast and thrilling and most certainly prove painful when I hit bottom. “What does ice cream have to do with it?” “Maybe it’ll make you nicer. You know, take the edge off.” My eyes automatically narrow. “Maybe we need to give each other space.” “No,” he huffs, arms crossed in front of his broad chest, his shirt straining against the swell of his pecs, expression locked in the determined position. “No?” “No. No space. I see what you’re doing here. This is some kinda female mental jujitsu. You say you want space, but you don’t really want it.” I’m seconds from punching him in the nut sac, which is almost directly in my line of sight. There is something to be said about being short. Or for him being grotesquely tall. “I…I’m going to…I can’t.” I flee to the cosmetics department in search of the Holy Grail, a flat iron, before I do or say something I’ll regret. And find one. Thank the Lord. This goes a small way to propping up my mood. I’m almost tempted to purchase two.

I know the food isn’t…okay but…” he tells his father. Trying to pacify Mr. Wylder is beginning to seem an impossible task and to Dane’s credit, he’s been having this conversation since the crack of dawn and hasn’t lost his temper once. Side note: it hasn’t escaped my notice that witnessing how patient he is with his father means he’ll be patient with our child. I grasp onto this discovery with both hands and hold it close to my heart. “No, you’re not. And if you give me one more minute of grief, Stella and I are gettin’ on the next flight back to New York…that’s what I thought…okay. We’ll see you in a couple of hours. Yep.” I stand corrected. Ending the call, he exhales tiredly. “Don’t look at me like that.” “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” “He was seconds from runnin’ out of there bare-assed. I had to steal his clothes last night ’cause I knew what was coming.” “Oh,” is all I can say, a smile overtaking my face.

orgasm

She’s not ready for a wild man. She likes tame, placid little city boys.

for the towel, our fingers touch and he leans back as if the feel of my skin has shocked him somehow. When I look up at him, his mouth is open and he’s staring right at my chest. Glancing down at my shirt,

In room 972.

I don’t see why we need two pilots. In the war, you know, you were lucky if you had one.

Fear and anger surge through me. What if Sam said something to ruin things between me and Remy permanently. This relationship is new and already full of drama. Remy is smart and beautiful and could have any guy she wants. It’s not like she needs to stay and take this kind of abuse. She might think she’s in love with me after having this crush for years, but how long will it take for her to see this broken life of mine isn’t what she signed up for?

No,” Remy says. I look behind me where she’s standing at the entrance of the hall. She must’ve been eavesdropping. She looks terrified. “You can’t come back here after being gone for months and just take her. You have no right.” Her voice is high-pitched, frightened. She’s practically in tears. She and Bailey had formed an instant bond. Remy’s the only mother Bailey has ever truly known.

Deacon was twenty-five years old when I first started noticing him as something more than just my neighbor like all the rest. I was thirteen.