Wild Hunger Quotes

“I love you, Taryn," sobbed Greta. "I really do. I should have told you that before." A loud voice overrode the recording. "That is not me." "Greta, it's a video," said Taryn. "We can all see you on it, clear as day." "It's not me," Greta insisted. "Woman, we know what you look like.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“It ain't over until the fat lady sings." She frowned. "Who is this lady? What does it matter that she's fat? And why does her singing have such importance?”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“It was really a good thing that Frankie Newman had never needed a knight in shining armor, because she’d only ever come across complete idiots wrapped in tinfoil.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“You really broke his nose and hit him with a blunt instrument?" "Clawed his face and stabbed him in the lower stomach too," said Frankie. Lydia looked down at her niece in disbelief. "You look so sweet, it's just hard imagining you swinging a hammer at someone's head.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Would you have told me your number?” “Sure. It’s 911—but only dial it in an emergency.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Sure. It’s 911—but only dial it in an emergency.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“She straightened in her chair and twisted to face him. “Get ready.”
Trick blinked. “For what?”
“It should hit us any minute now.”
“What do you--” Red-hot arousal slammed into him and flooded his system. Just like that, his blood thickened, his body tightened, and his cock filled to bursting. And then the drive to soothe her disappeared, completely drowned out by the urge to take and claim and mate. He double-blinked. “Fuck.”
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly bone-dry. “Yeah, we need to fuck.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“You sure you want to chance getting shit-faced again? I'd really rather not have to summon a priest.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“There's more than one way to skin a cat." Frankie's brows snapped together. "Why would you want to learn even one way to skin a cat?”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“She moaned. “Dying. Get. Priest.” Trick’s body shook, and his amusement buzzed down their bond. “Open your eyes for me, Frankie.” She tried, but the light stabbed her eyeballs. Rookie mistake. “Just let me die in peace,” she begged. She didn’t want him there, laughing at her. She wanted painkillers. Frankie + Tylenol = BFFs.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“You’re not only enough for me. You’re everything.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“It eats me up inside that I missed so much of your life. Eats me up that I didn’t realize who you were to me when we were kids. I’ve been waiting to find you – or, as it seems, to get you back – for so fucking long…I’m not going to give you up.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“I don’t share.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not yours to share.”
“You will be.”
Frankie really wished those words pissed her off. Instead the possessive statement made her a little tingly. Her wolf liked it. “Is that a fact?”
“It is.” He cupped her chin. “When I’m sure that you’re ready, I’ll come for you. You should probably know that.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Her Persian-blue gaze met Trick’s, and his surroundings just seemed to fade away until there was only her. Something inside him roared to life, and a strange possessiveness began to viciously claw at his gut and tighten his chest. It was as primal and basic as the need that twisted his stomach. His cock twitched, thickened, hardened – until he was full and aching like a bitch. The word “mine” pounded around his skull over and over. And that could only mean one thing.
There you are, Trick thought with an inner smile.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“I know what you’re feeling. It’s written all over your face.”

She couldn’t help bristling. “What am I feeling?”

“You’re so madly, deeply, irreversibly in love with me that you find yourself bursting into happy tears at random times, thanking fate for sending me your way and letting you get caught up in my sexual web.”

Frankie stifled a smile and said, deadpan, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m feeling.”

“See, it’s like one mind.”

“Uh-huh.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“He curved his hand around her chin, his grip tight. “No one but me will ever again have you, Frankie. No other mouth will taste you. No other cock will fuck you. No other hands will touch you. Why is that?”

She licked her lips. “Because I’m yours.”

Loosening his grip on her chin, he stroked his thumb along her jaw. “That’s right. Mine. And you won’t forget that, will you?”

“You wouldn’t let me.”

Trick smiled. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“I knew the moment our eyes met outside the coffeehouse and my world tilted that you’re mine.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Softening his voice, he coaxed, “Tell me who you’re meeting. I need time to look them up, find their address, and beat the shit out of them so they can’t make it to the meeting. Really, time is of the essence here.”

She wouldn’t smile, Frankie promised herself. She wouldn’t. But she did.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“You were a lively, happy kid. Full of energy. Sweet too.” His mouth twitched. “Not so sweet now.”

“No, I can be kind of mean. Why does that make you smile?”

“I like mean.”

“Then you’ll fucking adore me.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Feeling the weight of Trick’s gaze on her skin, she threw him a sideways frown. “Stop staring.”

“But you’re such a pretty view.” Trick loved looking at her. Loved absorbing every inch of h
er, knowing deep down to his soul that she was his.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“He would slowly but surely insert himself into Frankie’s life until she couldn’t imagine not having him in it.

He knew himself well enough to know that he wouldn’t be tactful about it. No, he’d be intrusive. Full of unwanted advice. He’d question her under cover of polite conversation. Insist on doing things for her. Turn up unexpectedly at her home. Yep, he’d be a pain in her ass. And that perversely made him smile.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“The unnecessary use of a proverb made Frankie’s frown deepen. She just didn’t get the need for proverbs. Like “All good things come to those who wait.” Really? Weird, because she hadn’t won the lottery yet. Like “You can’t have your cake and eat it too.” Well, why not? She wasn’t going to buy a cake for no good reason; it was stupid to think differently. Like “It’s raining cats and dogs.” Um, no it wasn’t—and never had—rained cats and dogs.

Why use a proverb when you could just use a phrase that made sense?”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“So fuck them, fuck you, and fuck your bribe.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“When Trick went into the basement to rescue you, I saw the same panic on Trey’s face that I knew was on mine. He shoved everyone out of the way, determined to be the one who pulled you, Trick, and Marcus out of there. How can I be angry with someone who would risk themselves for my son that way?”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Finally their heads slid out the damn window. Frankie would have laughed in relief if Marcus hadn’t planted a chaste “Thank fucking God you’re okay and Trick won’t have to kill me” kiss on her mouth. Behind him Roni chuckled.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Why are you grinning?”
“You totally love him.”
“And you’re totally annoying.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“I love you. Stay safe.” He turned to Marcus, face hard. “Anything happens to her, you pay for it."
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” said Marcus.

As Trick stalked off, Frankie gaped at him. She spluttered, shooting a glare at his retreating back. “You can’t tell someone you love them and then just leave.” But Trick was too far away to hear her.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“I can wait. I’m here, and I will continue to be here through all the shit that’s going on. I know you’re feeling like you’re being pulled in different directions, but I’m the one person you don’t have to try to please, because you please me by just existing. You’re my priority. You get me?”

Frankie licked her bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s priority.”

That just about broke his heart.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“The word “mine” pounded around his skull over and over. And that could only mean one thing.
There you are, Trick thought with an inner smile.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger

“Jaime, the Beta female, tilted her head, making her long sable hair brush her mate’s jean-clad thigh; Dante immediately began playing with it.”
― Suzanne Wright, Wild Hunger