Immortal Rider

There's no sense drawing attention to yourself, Li." "Hellooooo. I'm aHorseman of the Apocalypse, and I'm betrothed to the most infamous, most powerful demon in existence. I couldn't draw more attention to myself i I wore Lady Gaga's meat dress to a PETA convention.

Wow", he rasped. "Do you emasculate all the men, or am I speacial?

Hurry," she breathed. Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

Sorry, I happen to be into women, so Thanatos doesn't do it for me. But it's probably fair to say that if I were gay, I'd do him.

That was some weird shit. A hospital run by demons, with a nursery run by a werewolf, a vampire and an ex-angel. There was a book or a TV show in there somewhere.

Horseman. I know you were born back when women were thought of as little more than brood mares and slaves, but it's the twenty-first century, and we can do anything a man does.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck." Kynan scrubbed his face. "I could use a double shot of whiskey right now." "I'm sure Flicka keeps hard liquor behind the bar." "Flicka?" "I don't want to say her name." "So you're calling her horse names?" Ky coked a dark eyebrow. "I can't wait to see how she reacts to Mr. Ed.

She’s my sister. I’ll handle this.” “She’s my wife,” Arik shot back. “Husband trumps the brother card. So get the fuck out and don’t come back until you have your temper under control.

I know what those fuckers were capable of, and I would never wish that on you” Her throat worked on a swallow. “What do you wish on me?” “Me,” he said with brutal honesty. “Fool that I am, I wish me on you. Like, on you.

What else would they be?” “No idea.” Arik shrugged … “Aliens, mabye?” “Aliens.” Thanatos’s voice was flat, disbelieving. “Your scepticism is funny, coming from one of the Four fucking Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Remember that when he’s slaughtering you. It’s important that the guy strangling the life out of you is drop-dead gorgeous.

A kiss? A fucking kiss got me tortured to within the last inch of sanity? Maybe you could have laid out the rules for messing around with you? You know, before I did that?" (Arik to Limos)

— ¿Qué haces? Él arqueó las cejas. —Un sesenta y nueve. —Espera, ¿qué?—Limos se alejó de él y clavó las rodillas en la arena, negándose a moverse ni un ápice. —No puedes tocarme. Arik le regaló una sonrisa de lo más perversa. —No, pero tú sí que puedes hacerlo mientras yo te miro.

She shoved to her feet. “What the hell is that scroll? Some sort of Aegis romance novel? Underworld erotica? Screw you all.

You," he purred, "are a HILF." "A what?" "A Horseman I'd like to fuck.