With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.
With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.
Wrath walked over to the closet and looked throught the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and --jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got cought dead inthose things.
And mortal terror in a female was Z's favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victoria's Secret.
As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.
He was one giant, violant fuck-you to the world.
I always root for the monster.
If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.
Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge
Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?
The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.
Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.
Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.
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