Big Bad Wolf Quotes

“He glanced at where Ruby was still asleep in his bed and then to the wooden basket clutched in his fist. He had made it for her. To carry leftovers home after work.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“There are no guarantees”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“I’m not good for you”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“The earth was cool and damp on her back, a stark contrast to the heat of Rafe’s body on hers. Leaves tangled in her hair as Rafe stroked into her fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked up, angling herself so every thrust built the pleasure higher and higher.
Rafe kept up his punishing pace, sweat slicking their bodies until Ruby squirmed beneath him. She was so close, but her orgasm was just out of reach.
She whimpered her frustration. Rafe nipped at her neck before moving onto his knees, taking Ruby with him. His arms were under her thighs angling her up to him, his cock hitting a tender, aching spot inside of her. He found her clit with his thumb and rubbed. Hard. Fireworks flashed behind Ruby’s eyelids.
She moaned his name to the treetops.
“Better?” he asked, the grin apparent in his voice even when she wasn’t looking at him.
“Keep going,” she panted.
He gripped her ass tight with one hand, supporting her weight, and rubbed her clit with the other hand, thrusting into her with long, slow strokes.
“Come for me, brave girl.”
His gruff words, his bruising grip on her body, the way he held her gaze as he gave her what she needed. It was too much. Ruby shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she let loose, spewing an unintelligible string of words and gasps and moans.
Rafe gave her no time to recover before her ass was back in the dirt and he was plowing into her, growling her name. It didn’t take long. He had been close since she had him in her mouth, but he’d held back. But now he came hard, shudders racking his big body.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“Do I look scared? Because I’m only appalled at how many throw blankets you have on that couch. Are you a little old lady in disguise?”
“I get cold!” he said in mock outrage and Ruby giggled as he beamed at her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“A low growl traveled across her skin. He was close. Her heart rammed against her ribs, waiting to get caught, running to stay away. It was the sexiest, most terrifying game of tag she’d ever played.
Another growl and this time Rafe’s breath ghosted against her ear. She bit down on a scream as his strong arm banded around her waist and scooped her tight off the ground. He held her tight, her back against his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart.
His teeth scraped against her neck, sharp against her skin. The teeth of an animal. “Caught you,” he whispered.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“He paused to watch her apply the lipstick she never left home without. Hopefully he didn't notice her hand tremble as she smoothed it on.
He smirked. "Really?"
"It's my signature look, Rafe. I can't just go traipsing through the woods with pale lips." She grinned at him, feigning bravery.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“I didn’t come to check on your boo-boos.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“This ass drives me crazy every time you wear one of those short skirts,” he growled.
She laughed, kissing him again.”Is that what you thought about when you followed me through the woods, my ass?” she asked, breathless.
“Tried not to,” he said and bit her bottom lip. “But it didn’t work.”
She moaned, the feel of his fingers barely touching her driving her wild.
“Is that what you wanted, brave girl? You wandered through the woods hoping the big bad wolf would find you?”
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, the wetness that coated the top of her legs. His words were so close to what she’d secretly fantasized about.
“Not the big bad wolf,” she breathed. “You.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“She’d slept in her tank top and nothing else, secretly hoping like the desperate pervert that she was that Rafe would come back, but clearly this outfit would not do for breakfast and telling wolf-man to go fuck himself. Ruby grabbed a fresh tank top, dark red like her rage. She pulled it on over a black bra. She didn’t bother with fancy underwear because that furry bastard would not be seeing them today, but she did wear her shortest skirt just to spite him. She never wore make-up to breakfast in her own home but today it felt necessary. Black eyeliner on her top lids with just a little swoop at the ends and her favorite lipstick color: Sexy Red Riding Hood. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked damn good for a morning of telling a guy off.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“He ran his tongue through Ruby's wetness and his world fractured. Human. He was human. He couldn't hold on to it. To that thought. To his humanity. This taste. Ruby's taste. It was everything. He licked her again and again, broad and flat and then teasing and swirling. Over and over until Ruby was grinding against his face, her scent and her taste nearly suffocating him.
He'd never felt anything like it in his life, and as Ruby came against his tongue, trembling and screaming his name, he knew why. The realization stole his breath, stole his senses. It couldn't be.
He stared up at Ruby while she trembled though the aftershocks, her hair streaming down her back like night itself, her lips red from kissing him not from her lipstick. And he knew.
Ruby was his Mate.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“There were now two werewolves and a forest deity in her living room. Ruby reached back into her memory of Greek and Celtic mythology but all she could remember was that dryads were considered forest spirits, often found in sacred groves. She was dying to ask if Phoebe could make a tree grow in the middle of the living room, but that somehow seemed inappropriate at the moment.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“The man’s full lips slipped into a slow smile. His skin had a golden tan, and his eyes were like tropical waters. A shock of dark curls covered the top of his head and, despite the harsh line of a scar down the side of his face, he was very pretty. Ruby couldn’t help the matching smile that crossed her own lips.
“Oh, I see now,” the man crooned.
“Don’t say another fucking word,” Rafe warned, a low growl in his throat.
“I’m Ruby.” She held out a hand, and the man took it in his.
“Theo,” he purred.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Rafe grumbled. “Ruby, this is my asshole brother. He’ll hang out here for the afternoon.”
“Thank you so much,” she said and realized he was still holding her hand. She tugged it away and he smiled wider. “My sister is upstairs resting, but she knows you’re here.”
Theo nodded. “At your service, Ruby.”
She could feel the anger rolling off Rafe like it was a physical entity in the room. That whole “if looks could kill” saying had never made more sense to her.
“Now it’s ‘at your service’? A minute ago, you weren’t a babysitter.”
Theo shrugged, drawing attention to his toned shoulders and chest. He wasn’t as tall as Rafe or as wide, but he was covered in long, lean muscle. Werewolf genes were no joke.
“Ruby convinced me.” His grin was downright wicked now, and Ruby felt the heat rush to her face. Rafe vibrated next to her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“She knew how it would go. Gentle at first, so slow and soft, Rafe trembling with the effort to hold back until they were both so strung out with desire that they snapped. And then he would fuck her into the mattress until she screamed, this huge hands digging into her hips, her thighs, holding her open for him.
Ruby’s soft moan filled the room as her fingers sped up and slowed down, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. She was so wet and so close. Her fantasy of Rafe pounding her into the bed was so real she could smell him even stronger now, like he was here, like his cock was sliding in and out of her when it was only her own fingers.
A low growl and a muttered curse pulled Ruby out of her daydream. She cracked open her eyes to find Rafe standing in her now open doorway, his hair wet, drops of rainwater following the dips and valleys of his chest and abs.
Dear Lord.
Ruby froze, her hand still between her legs, her breath coming in rapid gasps.
“Don’t stop.” Rafe’s voice sounded like it was scraped from his throat. His eyes never left her face. His hand gripped the door jamb so tight a part of Ruby’s brain wondered if he might crack it.
But the other part of her brain screamed at her to finish what she’d started. She circled her fingers faster and harder but with Rafe’s dark gaze on her, it didn’t take long. Her back arched, her heels digging into the mattress. Pleasure shot through her, lighting up stars behind her eyelids. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting wave after wave of release wash over her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“You'll sleep outside? Like a guard dog?"
"Guard dog?" he growled. He tugged Ruby closer and she had to tilt her head back to look at him. A small smile crossed her face. He wanted to kiss it off her lips.
"Sorry. That was rude." She sighed and that glimmer of a smile disappeared. "You can sleep inside. I assume you're housebroken.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“It was her turn, but she was running out of general werewolf questions: were there other paranormal creatures out there? Yes. Full moon required? No. What did he eat? Mainly hamburgers and Snickers bars, but the occasional rabbit if he felt like hunting.
“What does it feel like to be a wolf?”
Rafe hesitated, thinking, his eyes fixed on the forest beyond the yard.
“Brighter,” he said. “Like all your senses are magnified, but your self-control is weaker too. Like you want to run and run forever. Wild.”
Wild. Ruby’s blood rushed faster through her veins at the idea of running wild. What it would be like to leave it all behind? Her job, her sister, her bills… and just run. She breathed in the fantasy together with the wildflower-scented air.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“Ruby, he knows where you work. He knows where you live. He was following you!"
"I could say the same about you."
He realized he was still gripping her biceps. He let go and took a step back. She was right, but every instinct he had was screaming at him to protect her, to be near her, to never let her go.
But he was also trying very hard not to scare the crap out of her.
"There's one difference between the two of you, though," Ruby said with a little smirk. "You've never grabbed my ass."
Rafe scoffed and shook his head. This woman.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“They both peered through the window to find Rafe still sprawled out in all his glory in front of the lawn mower like some kind of erotic potting bench. The thought of using Rafe’s impressive abs to re-pot her aunt’s begonias sent Ruby into a fit of hysterical giggles.
He groaned again and ran a hand down his face. The muscles of his arm rippled and flexed, his stomach going taut with another groan, and while one part of Ruby’s brain was still frantically trying to figure out what the hell was going on, the other half paused to take a moment and appreciate the creature in front of her.
She already knew he was big, but in the confines of her tiny garage, he looked massive. Dark hair covered his broad chest and trailed down his abs to his… dear God. Ruby snapped her gaze away. He was asleep, for goodness’ sake. She wasn’t that much of a pervert.
Although there weren’t many places she could look that didn’t make her cheeks heat. Every other time she’d seen him had been in the dim light of the bar, but now sun streamed in through the windows and streaked across Rafe’s golden skin. His hair that had looked black before was actually chocolate brown and brushed the tops of his shoulders. Ruby’s fingers curled at the memory of sinking into the thick fur at the wolf’s neck.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“This, here, now, was how she died.
But instead of teeth tearing the flesh from her bones, she felt soft fur beneath her fingers. She looked up to find the wolf nudging her hand with his big head. He blew a warm breath over the skin of her wrist, and the sensation skittered up her arm. Holy shit.
Ruby sat up. She was vaguely aware of being covered in dirt and of the dull ache in her back, but the looming animal in front of her robbed her of all coherent thought. The wolf cocked his head, and the movement was so dog-like, the fear constricting Ruby’s lungs loosened. Maybe he was tame? A pet?
Ruby’s gaze took in the dark, shadowy animal. Pet or not, he was huge.
How in God’s name had the craziest townsfolk actually been right about this? How was this creature in front of her not fictional? She could almost hear Sal cackling in vindication.
The wolf leaned down again and nuzzled Ruby’s hand. She lifted it from the dirt and ran her fingers through his thick fur. He made that breathy sound again like he was pleased. He certainly felt real.
“Good dog,” she whispered. The wolf seemed to narrow his eyes at that, in a look that was almost human. “Uh… good wolf.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“Fucking werewolves. One minute he says she’s perfect and the next he’s barking orders. Rafe had more mood swings than a premenstrual teenager during a chocolate shortage.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“faster through her veins at the idea of running wild. What would it be like to leave it all behind? Her job”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“One hamburger, rare,” she said, sliding the plate in front of him.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She waited for him to start eating, but he was too busy looking at her, his gaze roaming over her face, lingering on her mouth, dipping lower to the neckline of her shirt and back up. By the time he was done, she felt like combusting.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“So, what can I get you, Rafe?” She did it again, like she was purring it. His name rolling off those ruby red lips was nearly enough to kill him.
And she looked like she’d enjoy it.
“Whatever you have on tap is fine.”
Ruby’s smile grew. “We’ve got a fun local one this week. Sexy Chaos.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“Ruby.
He felt like her name had been etched onto his soul, written in permanent red ink. Or lipstick.
He hadn’t stopped thinking about her in a week.
He’d been consumed by her. By thoughts of her. Her moonlit skin and blood red lips, the rest of her like dark pools of shadow, black hair and black clothes. And that spicy cinnamon scent.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“What's your name?" she asked, attempting to break the tension.
"Rafe." It was more like a sound than a name. The rumble of it, deep and throaty from his mouth, did nothing to break the tension.
It was Ruby's turn to clear her throat. "I'm Ruby."
Rafe's gaze flicked down to her mouth which she'd painted her signature deep red. His lips tipped up in the corner like this amused him, that her name matched her taste in make-up.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf

“I want you so fucking bad.” He breathed out the words on one pained sigh. “I want you, but I thought it was better for you if I kept you away, safer.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf