So, you tumbled that wolf you were with?” Mercy was too much a pack animal to take offense at the personal question. She grinned. “How did you know it was me?” “Do I look senile to you?”
...
“Yes,” Mercy said. “And I'm not doing it again.” If she kept telling herself that, maybe her traitorous body would actually notice and shut up with its demands. The older woman gave her a sour look. “Damn shame. What, you like them prettier?” A snort. “In my day, we liked men who looked like men.
Stichwörter: mercy
You trying to make me crazy?”
“Everyone needs a hobby.
Sentinel meeting tonight,” Ria told her. “At Lucas's place.”
“Time?”
...
“Seven. Sascha's doing dinner.”
“God save us all.” Sascha had decided she liked cooking. Unfortunately, cooking didn't like her back.
Stichwörter: mercy cooking sascha ria
You almost died.”
“But you brought me back.”
She cupped his face in her hands. “I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.
Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.
Nalini SinghStichwörter: heart mercy andrew riley
I am Kian.”
“Mercy ” she replied. Swallowing hard she forced her gaze away from him. She was being too bold in her perusal but she could not stop looking at
him.
“Kindness ” he whispered. Their eyes locked and Mercy felt a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation pierce her. “I could use some of you”
he said thoughtfully as his cool gaze devoured her. “Most definitely I could use you.”
He rose and walked around the pond perusing her body as he came to stand beside her. “The milk of human kindness how sweet the taste.”
He actually licked his lips and Mercy shivered her core heating and wetting. Then he lowered himself until they were eye to eye.
“I believe I could drink you dry.
Stichwörter: mercy lust charlotte-featherstone kian
Some people are desperate because they don't know how to ask for His grace.
Bree DespainStichwörter: grace mercy forgiveness the-dark-divine pastor-divine
What can you do how much can you give to bring grace and salvation unto even one soul
Bree DespainStichwörter: grace hope mercy dark-divine principal-conway
A hand in her hair, wrenching back her head. "What's my name?"
She scratched trails down his back. He didn't even wince. "My name, kitty. Say my name."
"Mr. Mud Stick, Muddie for short," she said, even as she rubbed herself against the hard thrust of his denim-covered erection, the roughness of the fabric an exquisite sensation. She would've liked naked skin even more, but he wasn't budging.
"Say it, or no cock for you today."
Her mouth fell open. "Fuck you."
"You'll be doing that shortly.
Quick as a flash, Sawney Rath's eyes hardened. "Then I'm ordering you to skin Felch alive!" He took the otter's paw, closing it over the knife handle. "Obey me!"
The crowded clearing became as silent as a tomb. All eyes were upon the Taggerung, awaiting his reaction to the order.
Tagg turned his back on Sawney and strode to the side of the fox strung up to the beech bough. He raised the blade. Felch shut his eyes tight, his head shaking back and forth as his nerves quivered uncontrollably. With a sudden slash Tagg severed the thongs that bound him. Felch slumped to the ground in a shaking heap. Tagg's voice was flat and hard as he turned to face Sawney.
"I'm sorry to disobey your order. The fox is a sorry thief, but I will not take the life of a helpless beast.
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