riley: give me a romantic comedy any day.
rhoan: your jest a girly-girl at heart, arent you?
riley: takes one to know one, bro.
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You can’t change the past, it just is
Alyson NoelTag: riley damon ever blue-moon
The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her.
Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this:
Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place?
Witch: Go suck yourself.
Riley: Maybe later. Meeting?
Witch: Enjoy death.
Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part.
Witch: May I recommend a finger?
Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.
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He turned, throwing over hi shoulder, ”And if he growls at you, even once, he’s out. He looks wild.”
I am, Riley snapped inside her head.
Do not laugh, she thought to herself.
Her dad paused at the door. “Where does it stay while you’re at school?”
It. Nice. “Outside.”
“You could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.”
No. Laughing. “He’s clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, I’ll bathe him.”
That could prove interesting, Riley said.
My fur is silky, damn it.
Gena ShowalterTag: humor werewolves riley
Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.
Alyson NoelDespite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some
much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that
cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of
the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.
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Riley knelt down, clasping the fur at the back of her neck. “You’re fucking bruised all down your back. Why the hell didn’t you tell me it hurt?”
Because it didn’t at the time, genius.
I assume you have a reason for manhandling my mate?” Cool words but his amusement was apparent.
“Riley likes Mercy,” she stage-whispered, trying to twist around to look at her mate. “But she told him that h—oomph.” Riley set her on her feet without warning.
She swayed, but Judd's hands on her hips kept her upright. Pushing her hair off her face, she leaned into her sexy Psy mate and smirked at Riley. “Sooo...”
“Judd.” Riley ignored her. “You're obviously not interesting enough for my sister—she's got way too much time to poke her nose into other people's business.”
Judd wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin on her hair. “I'm more interested in you and Mercy.
I don't need a mate,” she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. “But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strongmale to dance with? Pretty please?” She hadn't had a lover for close to eight months now, and it was starting to hurt on every level. “He doesn't even have to be smart, just good between the sheets.” Good enough to unsnap the tension in her body, allow her to function again. Because sex wasn't simply about pleasure for a cat like her—it was about affection, about trust, about everything good. “Though right this second, I'd take plain old hot sex.”
That was when Riley walked out of the shadows. “Got an itch, kitty?”
Snapping to her feet, she narrowed her eyes, knowing he had to have deliberately stayed downwind in order to sneak up on her. “Spying?”
“When you're talking loud enough to wake the dead?”
She swore she could feel steam coming out her ears.
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