Eliot Grayson > Quotes

“I was so, so done with decapitation for one day.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha's Warlock

“I was like a bad supernatural country song, all wanting to be loved and sad that my werewolf ran away. Or something.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha's Warlock

“Put another way, I had a hot, straight roommate who carried home heavy bags full of rainbow flowers and planted them for me, and who I was starting to really, really like. Oh, crap. I was in so much trouble.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing

“And I fell. Down, down, deeper and deeper, losing any connection to the world beyond Sebastian’s mouth and hands and the long, slender lines of his body.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing

“It looked like he was smuggling a Pringles can in there.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing

“Then I wondered if I could crawl into a hole and die for a while, maybe taking a little break from that to savor the taste of the foot I’d crammed in my mouth repeatedly over the last few days.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha's Warlock

“I was like a bad supernatural country song, all wanting to be loved and sad that my werewolf ran away.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha's Warlock

“But for once, I’d listened to that little voice in my head that said You’re better than this. Hadn’t I been thinking about how empty my hook-ups left me? I deserved better. I deserved more. And I wouldn’t be getting it from Alec.”
― Eliot Grayson, Undercover

“The fool spoke precisely as he wrote, in convoluted paragraphs that any worthwhile editor would want to set on fire.”
― Eliot Grayson, Like a Gentleman

“Sebastian nuzzled my chest and made a soft humming sound, and then sighed and went completely limp against me. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. I might’ve had him surrounded, but he had me outnumbered and outgunned. I kissed the top of his head and hugged him even closer.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing

“If I’d had his powerful magic, I’d have liked to think I’d have used it for only the most important, meaningful tasks, not for opening up my pants to get my cock sucked. But I was a man—of course I’d have used it to open my pants to get my cock sucked.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Traitor's Curse

“another man, plain and simple, with nowhere else to go. And they both smelled like pickles.”
― Eliot Grayson, Corin and the Courtier

“Also, no matter what pants you’re wearing, your mate’s an alpha werewolf. You’re mine. I’m the only one who gets to have my mouth on you. Understood?”
― Eliot Grayson, A Very Armitage Christmas

“I drew a deep breath. “Col, I know you’re not attracted to me, I’m not insinuating that you are. But it wouldn’t be that bad, right? I mean, I’m not interested in guys, but this is—it’s us. I trust you. And I’m assuming you trust me? It wouldn’t be mating. We’d just—fuck once or twice. You know, for science.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha Experiment

“the first words I ever heard him say were, “The pretzel is a lie! And I’m going to call the Chancellor’s office! Like, oh my God, that is not. A. Pretzel!”
― Eliot Grayson, A Totally Platonic Thing

“She shook her head and sighed in a way only mothers could, the gesture and the sound enough to send shame for every one of my past misdeeds, real and imagined, slithering down my spine.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Royal Curse

“(And honestly, anyone expected to read thirty pages of Marxist criticism of The Sun Also Rises needed at least a beer. Barbiturates would’ve been better. And I was pretty sure Hemingway would’ve agreed with me.)”
― Eliot Grayson, A Totally Platonic Thing

“Listen to me,” he said, low and tight. “This,” and he thrust, and I clutched his shoulders and cried out, but I couldn’t look away from those eyes, “would be worth,” another thrust, so deep it punched the air from my lungs, and I felt the tears gathering at the corner of my eyes, “any form of royal punishment you could think of.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Royal Curse

“I’m really, really sorry.” No way. He couldn’t possibly be — no. “What are you sorry for?” He kissed my neck, gently but unmistakably. “Does it matter?” he asked, his tone a weird mix of terror and bravado and desperation. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. He was. The little bastard was apologizing on purpose.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing

“And honestly. Offering to murder Blake, shock value aside, didn’t take much of the bloom off the rose for me. That seemed like such a sensible, normal reaction to Blake’s existence. Most people who’d met him and many who hadn’t had no doubt considered it.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha Contract

“Your coat, sir,” Samuel said, presenting the garment with a flourish.
Kit frowned. “That is not my coat.”
“Ah, but you are mistaken, sir. I was recently informed that this is, indeed, your coat. At least until something properly tailored can be procured.”
Kit had always thought that counting to ten before speaking was the pathetic crutch of a man in insufficient control of his own emotions. He knew better now. After a long pause, he finally managed, “Samuel. Before this coat became mine, according to your mysterious informant, to whom did it belong?” Samuel’s eyes lit, and he straightened, clearly in his element. “If this coat belongs to you, sir, then it was always meant to be yours, and therefore cannot be considered to have ever been the property of another in any true sense—”
“Whose. Coat. Was. It,” Kit gritted out through clenched teeth. “Answer the question directly, and without anything remotely similar to philosophizing, or I will not wear it. Instead, I will strangle you with it.” “A coat seems ill-suited to such a task,” Samuel said, his brows furrowing.”
― Eliot Grayson, Once a Gentleman

“Sebastian smiled, and I stole another kiss. Kissing his smiling lips was like heaven. How had I not done this before? It felt like his happiness seeped out of him and into me, warming me down to my toes.”
― Eliot Grayson, The One Decent Thing