Aj Stuart > Aj's Quotes

“At what point was she going to have to start trading sexual favors for snack security? Hawthorne might be up for it. Nicole jumped as a nose poked into the nook behind her ear and sniffed. Damn shifters. Would it kill them to make some kind of noise when they walked?”
― R. O'Leary, Swipe Right for Monsters

“You’re ovulating,” Drake interrupted her lusty thoughts. The arousal curling in her belly was doused in a heartbeat. “Excuse me?” Gesturing with his screwdriver, he waved at the werewolf glaring at him over Nicole’s shoulder. “He can smell the change in your hormones and it’s making him horny.” “Please tell me you’re joking?”
― R. O'Leary, Swipe Right for Monsters

“Any woman would agree; it was better to die mid-orgasm than any other way. Damn it, she was going to die a hero.”
― R. O'Leary, Swipe Right for Monsters

“Was it an obscene amount to spend on toys when they both had perfectly good cocks? Yes. But watching his old friend use them on Nicole would be well worth the money.”
― R. O'Leary, Swipe Right for Monsters

“There was a low growl from behind, something more animal than man, and then he pulled almost entirely out of me again. He didn’t slam this time, he couldn’t. Suddenly, he barely fit. I made a small aching sound as his cock stretched me wide. I looked up from the cushion of the chaise, and against the wall, a shadow loomed, so tall it reached the high ceiling and then bent around the corner.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Every painting stole my breath, all vividly depicted images of naked women, faces torn with pleasure, being taken by monsters.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Those words seemed too kind. I was a greedy, wicked creature. Deliciously wanton, according to Dr. Underwood. And Magdalena had painted me as something sweeter, when all I could think about while I was here was what sort of fellow I might meet and how he might make me feel between the sheets.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Suddenly, a whole world of possibilities appeared in my head. If I had more than one caller, could I have more than one man in the same night? In the same bed? This one was certainly big enough for a crowd.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“He drew back, and before he was fully out, I felt again, something hooking roughly, like three fingers catching me from inside. I whined at the sensation, not painful but… "Oh! Amon, what—" "My hook. To hold us together," Amon gasped. "They are unique amongst my kind.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“This wasn't just about the thrill of watching a girl hunted by a beast or captured and forced into bliss. This performance was about a monster being accepted and desired by a human.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“They released one another after another brief kiss, and Jonathon sagged with a happy sigh. Their faces both turned to me next, smiles lazy and eyes hooded. I shivered and Auguste growled, grinning and tugging me closer, jumping over me to curl up tight to my back so I was sandwiched tightly between them.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Still trying to steal our girl, eh sphinx?" Auguste teased, but he tensed too, and I wished I could reach him through the pile of limbs. Amon sat up straight and glared down his nose at the vampire. "A dinner for all of us." Apparently, no one had expected that answer because we all just stared at Amon until he started to shift. "Yes," I said before he could change his mind. "Absolutely. All—all seven of us?" "Six," Ezra corrected. "Seven, Mr. Tanner too," I said, smiling at Jonathon and the green glint in his blink.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Amon joined us for dinners, which I made with Auguste, usually with the help of one of the others. Jonathon schemed with Ezra. Ezra joked with Booker, even when we weren't sure if Booker understood. There was unity amongst us, and I'd never had anything like it before. Something like family but even more wicked and lovely.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“Jonathon had one of my hands in his and was coaching Booker on how to massage it, giving delicate attention to every joint and callous, as Amon and Auguste each treated a leg to this decadent rub down. "You assumed I meant drinks, music, dancing?" Amon asked. "She assumed you meant fucking," Ezra answered, stroking his hands down to the base of my spine and making me whimper and pant.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“I love you," I breathed, and Auguste stiffened. I turned my hand over to press my palm to Jonathon's. "I love you all, I—" Auguste groaned and then rolled, circling me with his arms and legs, tea sweet lips folding between mine and kissing me, his tongue stroking in. "Je t'aime, ma petite. I love you." "We love you, little girl," Jonathon growled out with a hint of my Mr. Tanner in his voice. "My sweet little puisín, mo grá." "My star, my love." "My Esther." I giggled at Booker's final claiming, and Auguste's mouth moved down to my throat, never needing to break his kiss for breath.”
― Kathryn Moon, A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor

“I hold his gaze, uncertain of what I want to do. Or what I want him to do. Instead of doing the sensible thing, like looking for other people nearby or confronting this man for wigging me out, I turn. The thrill of giving him my back has my heart pumping and mind churning. Scenes from Scream and Halloween pique the interest of the mask-loving part of me that usually lies dormant between my thighs. There’s clearly something wrong with me. A chastising tide of thoughts hovers above me, working to remind me of the proprietary nature that women are meant to uphold. But I’ve spent too many nights alone in the dark, drawing up fantasies that I’ll never confide to any man. Maybe that’s why I’m so keen to let something so foolish play out tonight. After all, it’s Halloween.”
― Violet Taylor, Ours for Halloween

“No," he snarled, brow furrowed. "You don't get to hide from me, Hazel. I want to watch you come apart on my cock. Hear you beg. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't speak or think or move. All night, asleep or awake. You're mine tonight.”
― Kathryn Moon, The Company of Fiends

“That's probably for the best. With four of us, we'll be less likely to make stupid decisions," Nireas said. Which was almost certainly the opposite of what was likely. "Five," I corrected as he moved to the other breast, his kisses and my slow grind over his lap putting me in a hazy, aroused state where my tongue was too loose.”
― Kathryn Moon, The Company of Fiends

“Oh! Five, seven, however you count the Gemini. I see. He's wrong about the act. I would play music that made the pair of you even more—" He hissed as I grabbed the roots of his hair and yanked. "Focus on me," I snarled.”
― Kathryn Moon, The Company of Fiends

“I know every piece of you as well as I know myself now. You are mine. Your scent tells me so. Your touch," Asterion murmured, barely audible, teasing me closer, higher, my chest brushing to his with every heaving breath.”
― Kathryn Moon, Sanctuary With Kings

“But would I give up Laszlo, who had tended me and soothed me and lavished me with all the delicate presents and touches and the ceremony of lovemaking? Or Hywel, who had saved my life and kept my dreams safe, who'd sworn vengeance on my behalf? Or Conall, who teased and chased me and reminded me of the sound of my own laughter, of being wild and silly and careless again? I wouldn't. Perhaps I'd already lost the war I'd been waging against my own feelings.”
― Kathryn Moon, Sanctuary With Kings

“I'd just told these men I could be nothing to them, nothing real. I was accepting too much as it was—their protection, their attention, their bodies. But it irritated me that Asterion believed that he would be lesser. I should've been convincing him that he meant nothing, not less, but that would've been a lie, and instead I found myself wanting to prove to him that I did hold him as dearly as the others.”
― Kathryn Moon, Sanctuary With Kings

“Our pretty, perfect mate," Hywel growled. He moved now, thrusting softly into us both, Laszlo panting into my throat.”
― Kathryn Moon, Sanctuary With Kings

“We're going to take your heart, Evanthia," Hywel whispered. "We lay claim to it and to all of you. And if you want to fight us with your pretty claws and sweet little teeth, we will take your scratches and bites too. All of you.”
― Kathryn Moon, Sanctuary With Kings

“Have my sex toy stolen by a goat. Create a spectacle in front of the entire staff. Have said sex toy handled by the very large (very sexy) alpha who lives next door.”
― J. Ever, Pumpkin Patch Pack

“I’m nesting. The realization stops me in my tracks, a folded blanket still in my hands. Instead of panicking as I might have before, I embrace the instinct. Yes, I’m nesting. Yes, these men are my mates. And it feels absolutely right.”
― J. Ever, Pumpkin Patch Pack

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, I need—” “We know what you need,” Theo says, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. “Our good little omega needs to come on our tongues, doesn’t she?”
― J. Ever, Pumpkin Patch Pack

“From slow and sensual to frantic primal lovemaking, my mates manage to get me through all three days of my heat. They make sure I am always hydrated with a quick snack at hand, and when my heat finally breaks, my muscles are spent, and I am sticky with slick and cum.”
― J. Ever, Pumpkin Patch Pack