Firestorm Quotes

“I thought you said Fae didn’t need. I said we don’t want to. Rian hadn’t been expecting the sudden, painful lump in his throat. Do you not want to need me, then? Come here and let me show you exactly how much I don’t want to need you.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“...I swear I’ll let you taste what it’s been like to feel that way for more than two thousand years. The”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Now they pleased his partner. His bonded mate. Holy fuck. Tip”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“I wish I knew how to ask him to be gentle. The thought was in his head, but in Rian’s unmistakable Belfast tones. I’ve never made love... but, then, maybe I’m not meant for such. Cuinn”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Now they traced their tantalizing spiral path from behind the younger male’s right shoulder, under his arm, slanting smaller and smaller down across his ribs, and disappearing under the sheet. Cuinn knew where the trail ended now. He needed to see it again. Damn. Even in his sleep he seduces me. He”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Garrett didn’t look particularly fazed. “I drew the short straw. Got the privilege of being the one to come interrupt two recently Shared Fae.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“This has to be the fecking strangest way to say ‘I love you desperately and will you marry me?”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Cuinn knew what he would see —a trail of stars, the Pattern’s claiming mark on a Royal, gleaming silver-blue along the torso of... Of the male he loved. Fuck.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“He couldn’t stop seeing the Prince Royal’s eyes. Mouth. Extremely grabbable hair. Perfect ass. Down, Cuinn. Bad Fae.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“So here I sit, hard as iron and complaining about being addicted to sex. Karma is a bitch. Cuinn”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Yet he’d taken one look at the lust-crazed Prince, and instantly known that anyone other than himself who touched the younger male the way the balding bear was touching him was dead and simply didn’t realize it yet. Which was absolutely fucking classic scair-anam behavior. That, and the fact that his cock was anxiously looking for a way out of his leathers. It didn’t help that the Prince was sporting an impressive hard-on with no self-consciousness whatsoever. “Just”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm

“Rian Aodán was his SoulShare. Which”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Firestorm