Here Kitty, Kitty!
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 Shelly Laurenston

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It had been years since Nessa Sheridan brought that pretty little ass of hers to visit. One of the few wolves they ever allowed on their territory. College friends for four years and for some unknown reason his usually suave brother couldnt quite get what he wanted from her. But, in usual Vorislav fashion, the man kept trying. His phone bills must be brutal, though. The woman had lived in Europe for quite awhile now.
Of course this still created a very big problem. If were talkin the Sheridanswere talkin the Magnus Pack. Hed never met the other Pack members but he remembered Nessas brother and father well enough. And he knew the rest of that Packs reputation. Wolves. Bikers. Nut cases. Since he last had to deal with that little gang, theyd wiped out the Withell Pride and had taken on a new Alpha Female. Some psychopath that had the entire Cat Nation double-checking the locks on their doors at night. Shed only been Alpha for six months, but apparently she was damn scary.
The, Reenas sharp gold eyes lasered over to her cousins. The Magnus Pack!
Why, Nik asked Kisa carefully, is an unmarked human part of any Pack?
Shes best friends with their Alpha Female.
The crazy one?
Alek and Ban ducked as Niks coffee mug went flying. He didnt throw it, Reena did. You idiots! Do you have any idea what youve done? Apparently Reena had heard about the Magnus Packs Alpha Female as well.
Dont yell at us, Ban shot back.
Youre right! I should just kick your butt!
Stop, Nik barked.
Um Kisa raised her hand like she was back in fifth grade. Anyone else think shes gotten kind of quiet up there?
They all looked up at the ceiling. And Nik was almost surprised not to see blood seeping through the walls.
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The lock removed, the door swung open. Angie squinted at the bright sunlight pouring through the windows. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed in front of her. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, her breath almost caught in her throat. Damn, but the man was beautiful.
So tall. Six-five, maybe. Black thick hair with hints of red and several streaks of white. Not grey. White. And what she missed when she crashed into him at the airport were the big round swirls of white hair behind each ear. That looked unbelievably weird to her, and yet she had the almost overwhelming desire to run her fingers through it and find out if it felt any different than the rest of his hair. She also noticed he kept it short in the back, but he let the front get a little long, so that it fell into his eyes. His nose, long and slightly flat at the tip, reminded her a bit of a cats muzzle. And his gold eyes with green flecks reflected the sunlightcoming into the room. The lids of his eyes slightly slanted, so she guessed he had some Asian in him.
Hed finally put some clothes on, too. Loose fitting jeans and an old blue T-shirt with Navy written on it. He didnt wear any shoes on his big cat feet. Good. If necessary, she could break his foot.
The pair eyed each other for a full minute before Angie couldnt stand the silence anymore. Well, Hillbilly, ya lettin me out? Or are you going to stand there staring at me all day?
He scowled suddenly and stepped back from the door. Fine. Get your skinny ass out here.
Angies attempt at being elegant flew out of the room, because his words caused her to trip right into him. She didnt know whose skinny ass he was talking about, but it couldnt be hers. She hadnt been skinny a day in her life and thankfully never wanted to be. Angie had many issues, but problems with self-image had never been one of them.
He grasped her by her arms to stop her fall and she felt the heat from his hands go right through her skin. His gruff tone from a mere second ago changed, You okay, Sugar?
She yanked her arms away from him. She detested being touched. Always had. And she found his touch particularly annoying. His voice, though, with its damn Southern accent sent her pulse racing through her entire body like an out-of-control wildfire. Im fine. And dont call me Sugar. She walked into the middle of the bedroom. Now what, country?
He shrugged, an annoying smile tugging at his lips. Then he walked over to the side of the bed, grabbed the cordless phone off the bedside table, and tossed it to her. She caught it with one hand, but she didnt know what he expected her to do with it. Did he want her to call and make a ransom demand? Or just shove it up his tight ass? More likely that before she made Sara pay the bastard one damn cent for her freedom.
What the fuck do I do with this?
Well, Sugar. Its called a phone. Theyre these amazing new inventions
I know what it is, you mother she gritted her teeth, cutting off her curse. If she let the full weight of her fury go, shed stand there and curse him for the next seventy-two minutes.
She clocked it once.
Im not going to ask them for ransom.
Ransom, he laughed. Whod pay ransom for you?
Why you slimy little
Im giving you the phone so you can call your friends and tell them to pick your skinny ass up today. At her frown of confusion, he added. Trust me. I didnt kidnap you. My idiot brothers did. Thought they were doin a good thing. Personally, I would have left your ass there. Let the dogs take care of ya.