Mathis Desormeaux

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ. ʙᴀᴅ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍ. | #MoonCrestPack | MSRP | Story Driven |

I got something you can choke on...

Southern boy. #MoonCrestPack Enforcer. Pretty enough to forgive, reckless enough to regret. Don’t trust the grin unless you can handle the bite. | SS | Fated Mate AnamCara |

@LeatherFangs I tipped my chin at her, all charm and bad ideas. “Next time it’ll work.” Then I winked, because apparently I had never loved peace a day in my life.

@LeatherFangs “Alright, alright,” I said, laughing under my breath. “No need to get territorial. I’m still mostly attached to my face.” My eyes slid back to Calliope. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. Hell, that only made it worse. 》

↠ God's Gift to What?

@AQuietNecessity @DecayedRoyalty “First thing you gotta learn about wolf shifters,” voice low, rough-edged, “is that the wolf ain’t some pet tucked nice and pretty under the skin. It ain’t a trick. Ain’t a costume. It’s blood. Bone. Hunger. Instinct.”

@InkedMoonRunner @DecayedRoyalty Could you *lifts my brow* I know some things like growling *laughs*

Make a sassy wolf... *suggestive wink*

@AQuietNecessity @DecayedRoyalty I can teach her a few things.

@DecayedRoyalty Devyn sorta loves that life lol I don’t know shit about wolf behaviour

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ. ʙᴀᴅ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍ. | #MoonCrestPack | MSRP | Story Driven |

Ｋａｔｉｅ ＇Ｋａｙｓａ＇ Ｒｉｃｈａｒｄｓ ᴡɪʟᴅꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜰᴇʀᴀʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ, ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 ❞𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭❞. | 𝟐𝟗. | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

I'm feeling generous... Starter call, like for a starter from me. Or RT to get the word around. ♡ or ↻

Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｓ ｍｅ ｎｏｗ？

And even goddesses know when it’s time to rise... alone. And don’t beg to be loved.

I am fire-wrapped in silk. I am more than sequins and survival. I am not built for half-versions of love. I am fire and hunger and light. I am aching truth wrapped in red lipstick and velvet resolve. I am a Goddess.

I wasn’t running because of rumors. There was no scandal. No betrayal. No other woman. I was leaving because I’d made the mistake of falling in love with a man who would never love me. Not truly. Not the way I needed.