River Wolfsiren

“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

“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

“There’s nothing depraved about sex. Of course with a little creativity, some toys, and a whole lot of dirty talk, you can change that.”
― Suzanne Wright, Feral Sins

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