Werewolf Romance Quotes

“You’re not in this alone anymore. I’m not going anywhere, and if you’ll let me, I’ve got broad shoulders for you to lean on whenever you need me.”
― Lisa Kessler, Ice Moon

“Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.”
― D.R. Hedge, The Geri Rogue

“I want you too, so much,” she whispered.
He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.”
― Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

“I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves.

Kresh put his lips to my forehead, and my skin burned beneath his kiss. When his hands repositioned to take me by the waist, my breathing—already shallow—ceased entirely. Then his lips fell on mine and I was suddenly everything he claimed me to be—his mate, his wife, his world.

The taste of him seemed mysteriously new and old at the same time. Every bit of tension eased as if internally I had come home again, and yet a sense of foreignness made our connection a sweet venture. My breast was afire as he continued to grasp my hips, keeping me close. I burned for him as if vampire venom were coursing through every inch of me.

The man was a constellation of suns in my desire, unlike Thaddeus who hardly equaled a speck of stardust. The thought of that coward reminded me of grim news. It took every bit of willpower I possessed to tear my lips away from what they craved, and yet I remained a submissive puddle in this werewolf’s arms.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“Thank you,” I managed to say.

Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. “Here, let me help you—”

I slipped down myself before he could lend a hand, keeping the fur hide in my possession. “I’m not suddenly incapable because I wear a dress, Thaddeus.”

“I wasn’t suggesting...” Wisely, he let the issue drop.

Lifting an arm, he offered it to me. That’s when I noticed my sword in sheath belted to his waist.

“That’s mine!” I declared, reaching for the hilt.

Thaddeus managed a quick side-step. He hardened his jaw at my look of incredulity. I would only wait momentarily for an explanation.

“I know the sword is yours, Catherine, everyone knows that. But you’re too beautiful tonight to ruin that radiant look with an ugly, leather belt strapped about you.”

I was starting to think the man was using compliments as a weapon to defend himself against me. It did work to temper my anger somewhat.

“I brought the sword as a cautionary act, just in case those nasty werewolves show up. Seeing how I’ll be standing beside you all evening, the blade will be at your disposal if needed.”

I accepted his reasoning and stood down.

“Besides,” Thaddeus added, apparently feeling safe, “what’s yours is mine now anyway.”

I glared at the fool. “That works both ways, you know.”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “If it must.”

Again, he offered me his arm which I grudgingly accepted.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“Turn around….you’ve got grass and dead flowers…”

My fingers naturally began to comb through my long, black strands, shaking things loose as Sarti carefully removed more stubborn pieces. The flowers had been left over from my forced marriage to Thaddeus. The grass, from a sensual night with Kresh on an eve of my honeymoon. Devilish irony.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“I warned you if you got any closer, I'd devour you." He bent over her, dipping his head just above the tip of one of her nipples. "I intend to keep that promise.”
― Kait Ballenger, Cowboy Wolf Trouble

“No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me.”
― D.R. Hedge, The Geri Rogue

“I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me, Clare?" I indicated to the dead man on the broken pine table. "There is a dead Rogue in your kitchen."
"Why is there a dead Rogue in my kitchen?"
"Because I killed him in there.”
― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf

“Vampires have the ability to control the mind of their prey." - Damian Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood”
― Alexa Wayne, Mrs. Blackwood

“If one night you ask for my permission to release you so you will be forever free from me, know that I’ll also have the freedom to leave you and never come back.” - Damian Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood”
― Alexa Wayne, Mrs. Blackwood

“I don’t know if I want to be free anymore.” said Coralie in a whisper, “Good, because I don’t know if I wish you to be.” - Damian Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood”
― Alexa Wayne, Mrs. Blackwood

“His wolf was triumphant. At last, she recognized him. He scented her panic and swooped in, determined to nip it in the bud. His hand closed on her neck. The curls at her nape tickled his palm Drake wrapped her ponytail around his fist as she tried to back away. A brief warning growl left his lips as they covered hers in a soul-sering kiss.”
― Chudney Thomas, Full Circle

“Drake growled against her mouth. Ria's body felt as if it were a flame. When Drake made that sound, she melted for him. Something about that rumble that began in his chest caressed every nerve in her body, making her want more. He pushed her shirt up and began to nip at her belly.”
― Chudney Thomas, Full Circle

“Drake's eyes opened, and Ria felt her heart rate pick up. Gently, he removed her hand and backed off the bed to shed his jeans in record time. Commando. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.
He crooked an eyebrow at her. "I'm not going to be the only one naked here.”
― Chudney Thomas, Full Circle

“You don't know what I'd do to you.”
― Renee Rose, The Alpha's Hunger

“Just when I was coping with the idea that I’d necked with a werewolf,” she muttered. “Just when I was beginning to flirt with the idea of possibly… possibly inviting sex with a werewolf. I’m trying to imagine how I would tell this story to my best friend. I think it would go something like this: See, I’ve never seen him in daylight. He’s just this werewolf guy.”
Beside her, he had stiffened. Very quietly, he said, “Sex?”
― Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

“When the full moon rises and the wolfsbane blooms, you will be as cursed as I am.”
― Peter Gray (author)

“Well, shit." I forced a laugh. "I guess I do know what love is, after all." It was Clare. Always Clare.”
― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf

“Giving her a slow, coaxing smile that turned the heat in the room up by a thousand degrees, he stroked her lips with the balls of his thumbs as he murmured, “Can we get back to talking about possibly inviting that werewolf for sex?”
― Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

“Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?”
Wasn’t that sweet,
Consider even.
But oh, hell no.
She gasped, “Not enough.”
― Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.”
― Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

“You’ve always hurt me the most when you looked your best.” Stella, Madness of the Moon.”
― Marina Simcoe, Madness of the Moon

“I swallow hard before
hearing that deep voice for the first time
since the beginning of class say, "I've got
my eye on you, Fangs.”
― Andalee Brooke, Fangs and Paws

“Dredging up all the miserable Latin he knew, Ambrose fished for some word similar to lupinus.

And suddenly he had it!

Pulicus! That was the word the sloppy copyist of yesteryear had wrongly transcribed.

From the word pulex, meaning "flea."

Not how to become a wolf-like man, but a flea-like man—that was what the formula had described.”
― Robert Donald Locke, G-r-r-r...!

“I saw the tight jogging pants in the cart, imagining them on her figure. I ran my tongue over my teeth, my canines aching dully as I pictured it.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“Crushes among wolves were a waste of time if you had faith about finding a mate, and this thing with June should be no different.
But, fuck, she smelled good.
I shifted in my seat, glad she was glued to her phone and hadn't noticed the hard-on I was rocking. Wolves have too many damn hormones. Fuck and fight, an endless cycle.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“Rule one for fucking a wolf, June," Dom growled into my ear, making me shiver. "Dominance is everything."
The urgency tightened inside of me more and more with every stroke. I couldn't move, and it excited me.
Dom's mouth took mine. Biting and pressing hungrily. I was desperate for him. Desperate for his lips, desperate for climax.
"June," Dom warned.
I was too breathless to answer, panting, and nodding with fervor.
Yes. Yes! Please.
My wolf agreed passionately. We were an animal in heat. Fucking Dom was the only thing either of us could think of.
Dom thrust upward in one last strong jerk. "Let me see your eyes, June!"
He commanded me. I mean really commanded me. My wolf couldn't say no. I couldn't say no. I looked him in the eye as I lost it all.
"Ah!" A short, breathy yell left me as everything in me rose higher and higher toward that sweet release. The moment I felt his last thrust and the spilling of him inside me, I went to pieces.
My body tensed, riding him hard as we both came. It was both better and worse that I couldn't even move my hands, I was fully on display in my most vulnerable moment.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“A stunning wolf. Shiny black coat, blazing yellow eyes. She stood tall with long legs and a narrow frame. Sleek. Elegant. My heart pounded even as I registered there was something familiar about her.
I took a deeper breath, tasting the scent on my tongue, and still making my way across the wide fields to her. And I knew now who it was. The registration of it hit my face a split second before it hits hers.
June.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“I'll walk with you, my luna."
I smiled and looked out over the village. It was waking up to the aftermath of a terrible night, but little acts of life were already getting back to normal.
Chickens were being fed. Gardens were being weeded. Wolves were on their front steps, talking to their neighbors. Visibly shaken, but recovering.
Moonpeak was now in our hands, and I would use my life to protect it.
"Let's go, my alpha," I said warmly.
And side by side, we walked through our village, a new era for Moonpeak ahead of us.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves