Beast Behaving Badly
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When he raised his gaze, he jerked back a little. What? he asked Blayne. When she didnt answer, he shook his head. You said you wanted to go to the gym.
Weve got time.
Thats not the point, he said, climbing across the bed to get away from her. We had a plan.
Plans change, she laughed, coming after him. And you look so cute covered in me!
He made it off the bed, but the vicious wolfdog grabbed his leg and lifted, flipping him forward.
How do you do that? he demanded once he hit the floor.
She landed on his chest, small hands pressing into his flesh, wet pussy rocking against his cock, although he wasnt in that pussyyet.
Skill. She leaned in and kissed his chest, moving up until she reached his throat. Now come on. Lets fuck so we can get to the gym before we lose a shot at all the best treadmills.
Like there was ever a time he didnt get the best treadmill. But Bo wasnt in the mood to hear how mean he was.
Okay, he sighed, grabbing her shoulders and dropping her to her back, Blayne giggling the entire time. But only because youre making me do this.
I know. Im such a bad influence.
My God. You so are.
EPILOGUE
The end-game buzzer went off and Blayne took a quick look at the scoreboard. A blow-out. A fucking blow-out! Shed done it! Just like Bo had told her she could in a really sweet pep talk before the bout started. Shed battered, abused, and maimed the entire time, following each assault with a Sorry! said in her sweetest voice. And because of that, because shed played like Bo Novikov, the Babes had won the championship!
Of course, it was also the reason her entire team was surrounding her. Not to pat her on the back and carry her around on their shoulders but to protect her from the Longfangs who were coming to kick her ass. It was a nasty fight, too, but the refs and security guards finally calmed everyone down.
With both teams under control, the Babes all gawked at Blayne.
What? she demanded. You wanted to win.
No one argued with her, and, instead, Gwen, their captain Cherry, and Blayne all headed up to the makeshift dais to get their trophy. But because it was the Championship, there was a rather long, bullshit ceremony to sit through with a former derby star giving a long-winded speech before handing over the damn trophy. Unfortunately that wasnt working for Blayne. Leaning in, she whispered to Gwen, Dude, weve gotta go. The Carnivores have gone into overtime. The only tragedy of this night was that what should be the final game of the hockey Cup finals was taking place at the same time. But overtime at least gave Blayne and Gwena chance to see their men play.
How do you know that? Gwen asked.
Blayne motioned to the wild dogs in the audience, Phil holding up a sign that said, Theyve gone into overtime.
Cherry? Blayne asked, making sure to use her puppy dog eyes. Shed found feline hybrids couldnt resist that.
Lets do it, Cherry said. Cause Im bored anyway.
The presenter turned, her hands around the trophy. And it is my great pleasure to give this years championship trophy to
Thanks! Blayne and Gwen said together, each grabbing hold of one end of the trophy and jumping off the dais.
Lets go, Babes! Cherry called out, the rest of the Babes falling in behind Blayne and Gwen as they tore out of the stadium and into the hall. They skated down to the elevator, people diving out of their way or plastering themselves against the wall to avoid getting hit. They dived into the elevator, the entire team forcing its way inside. The doors closed, and they waited for it to get to the main stadium floor.
The doors opened, and the Babes skated out, pushing drunk shifters lingering in the hallway out of their way.
Left! Cherry called out. Left! As one, they turned left and skated down a flight of stairs to the VIP seats that had been held for them just in case. They moved in, Blayne and Gwen tossing the oversized trophy to the male lions sitting behind them and several seats over.
Oh, come on! Mitch said. I cant see around this thing!
Too bad! Gwen snapped. I cant believe you came to this instead of our bout.
Hockey, Mitch said.
Ignoring the bickering siblings, Blayne focused on the ice and Bo. They were up against the Alaskan Bears, and the blood on the ice and protective glass was pretty dramatic.
Bos right eye was swollen shut and the left side of his jaw had been torn open. But he had the puck . . . and every one of the Alaskan Bears was on his ass.
The rest of his team was working to get him free so he could take a shot at the oppositions goal but the Alaskan Bears werent having it.
Bo skated behind the other teams goal. Although they were all similar in size, no one had Bo Novikov on speed, so they went at him from both sides, blocking him in.
A hand fell on her shoulder and Blayne looked behind her. Grigori! She jumped up and went over the seats, throwing herself into the big polars arms.
Watch the skates, woman! Mitch complained next to them.
Ignoring Mitch, Blayne hugged Bos uncle. Im so sorry I couldnt pick you up at the airport.
Weve got time.
Thats not the point, he said, climbing across the bed to get away from her. We had a plan.
Plans change, she laughed, coming after him. And you look so cute covered in me!
He made it off the bed, but the vicious wolfdog grabbed his leg and lifted, flipping him forward.
How do you do that? he demanded once he hit the floor.
She landed on his chest, small hands pressing into his flesh, wet pussy rocking against his cock, although he wasnt in that pussyyet.
Skill. She leaned in and kissed his chest, moving up until she reached his throat. Now come on. Lets fuck so we can get to the gym before we lose a shot at all the best treadmills.
Like there was ever a time he didnt get the best treadmill. But Bo wasnt in the mood to hear how mean he was.
Okay, he sighed, grabbing her shoulders and dropping her to her back, Blayne giggling the entire time. But only because youre making me do this.
I know. Im such a bad influence.
My God. You so are.
EPILOGUE
The end-game buzzer went off and Blayne took a quick look at the scoreboard. A blow-out. A fucking blow-out! Shed done it! Just like Bo had told her she could in a really sweet pep talk before the bout started. Shed battered, abused, and maimed the entire time, following each assault with a Sorry! said in her sweetest voice. And because of that, because shed played like Bo Novikov, the Babes had won the championship!
Of course, it was also the reason her entire team was surrounding her. Not to pat her on the back and carry her around on their shoulders but to protect her from the Longfangs who were coming to kick her ass. It was a nasty fight, too, but the refs and security guards finally calmed everyone down.
With both teams under control, the Babes all gawked at Blayne.
What? she demanded. You wanted to win.
No one argued with her, and, instead, Gwen, their captain Cherry, and Blayne all headed up to the makeshift dais to get their trophy. But because it was the Championship, there was a rather long, bullshit ceremony to sit through with a former derby star giving a long-winded speech before handing over the damn trophy. Unfortunately that wasnt working for Blayne. Leaning in, she whispered to Gwen, Dude, weve gotta go. The Carnivores have gone into overtime. The only tragedy of this night was that what should be the final game of the hockey Cup finals was taking place at the same time. But overtime at least gave Blayne and Gwena chance to see their men play.
How do you know that? Gwen asked.
Blayne motioned to the wild dogs in the audience, Phil holding up a sign that said, Theyve gone into overtime.
Cherry? Blayne asked, making sure to use her puppy dog eyes. Shed found feline hybrids couldnt resist that.
Lets do it, Cherry said. Cause Im bored anyway.
The presenter turned, her hands around the trophy. And it is my great pleasure to give this years championship trophy to
Thanks! Blayne and Gwen said together, each grabbing hold of one end of the trophy and jumping off the dais.
Lets go, Babes! Cherry called out, the rest of the Babes falling in behind Blayne and Gwen as they tore out of the stadium and into the hall. They skated down to the elevator, people diving out of their way or plastering themselves against the wall to avoid getting hit. They dived into the elevator, the entire team forcing its way inside. The doors closed, and they waited for it to get to the main stadium floor.
The doors opened, and the Babes skated out, pushing drunk shifters lingering in the hallway out of their way.
Left! Cherry called out. Left! As one, they turned left and skated down a flight of stairs to the VIP seats that had been held for them just in case. They moved in, Blayne and Gwen tossing the oversized trophy to the male lions sitting behind them and several seats over.
Oh, come on! Mitch said. I cant see around this thing!
Too bad! Gwen snapped. I cant believe you came to this instead of our bout.
Hockey, Mitch said.
Ignoring the bickering siblings, Blayne focused on the ice and Bo. They were up against the Alaskan Bears, and the blood on the ice and protective glass was pretty dramatic.
Bos right eye was swollen shut and the left side of his jaw had been torn open. But he had the puck . . . and every one of the Alaskan Bears was on his ass.
The rest of his team was working to get him free so he could take a shot at the oppositions goal but the Alaskan Bears werent having it.
Bo skated behind the other teams goal. Although they were all similar in size, no one had Bo Novikov on speed, so they went at him from both sides, blocking him in.
A hand fell on her shoulder and Blayne looked behind her. Grigori! She jumped up and went over the seats, throwing herself into the big polars arms.
Watch the skates, woman! Mitch complained next to them.
Ignoring Mitch, Blayne hugged Bos uncle. Im so sorry I couldnt pick you up at the airport.
