The Mane Event
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He laughed, which eased the moment for her. I have claws. Dont need the kitchen knife.
Well, thats good to know. Now I can sleep peacefully.
He pulled her naked body flush against his. Just her skin against his had his cock rearing right back to life. Exactly which one is scarier?
You falling for me.
Mace shook his head. Im not falling for you, Dez.
Oh. Damn. Good.
Ive already fallen. Head first.
Oh shit. Um
He smiled. Um?
His hand lazily traced patterns across her chest, around her nipples, and under her breasts. She started to squirm from the pleasure of it.
Mace, maybe were movin a little too
He cut her off. Actually, I fell for you a long time ago, Dez. The day you dropped your books at my lab station and sweetly asked Youse mind if I sit here? Dez smirked at Maces accurate portrayal of the Bronx accent shed so desperately tried to curb. And its not my problem if that freaks you out.
Do you even care if it freaks me out?
No.
Christ, could the man be more like a cat?
Mace pushed her hair off her neck and licked her wound. That still hurt? Mmmhmwhat?
Youre not paying attention, Dez.
Mmmhmwhat?
He grabbed her ass, pulling a squeak out of her. Pay attention, baby.
What is it with you and ordering me around anyway?
Mace leaned in, his nose right against her neck. He breathed in deep and sighed. I love how it makes you smell.
Oh, thats a damn good answer. She could get used to these shifters. She understood their logic better than she understood any humans shed ever met.
Dez pushed at Maces shoulders. I dont think thats good enough, cat. He watched her, concern on his handsome face. He didnt want to hurt her. Man, was she falling for this guy or what? That couldnt be a good thing.
She stood up on her toes to get closer to his face. I dont take orders from any man. She looked him up and down. Especially you. She quirked an eyebrow, and Maces concern turned to amusement. Well, amusement and lust.
He pushed her back against the wall. Youll do what I tell you to. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. And youll enjoy it.
Could a woman spontaneously come? Dez felt perilously close.
So that banging at her front door, not a welcome intrusion. Especially when it set her dogs off to full-on warning barks, and some ratherscary fangs burst from Maces gums along with a growl that quickly became a roar erupting from his throat.
She heard Bukowskis voice as Mace released her and protectively wrapped his arms around her body. Dez, if you can hear me, open this fuckin door!
Who the hell is that? Mace snapped. He really needed to find a way to control those fangs of his.
My partner. She pushed past Mace, grabbing the green and white blanket off the floor. Stay here. Ill get rid of him. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she wrapped the blanket around her body. And feel free to stay hard.
She moved toward the door, eager to get back to Mace with his enormous dick and killer voice. Dez had no idea what Bukowski wanted, but it better be good.
As she neared the door, she heard Bukowski again. Answer me or Im breaking it down!
Dezs body froze, but not her mouth. Dont you dare!
Her dogs stopped barking, running to stand protectively on either side of her. Fighting to control her anger, Dez snatched her front door open and came face to face with Bukowski.
Mace pulled his jeans over his painfully hard cock and thought about all the ways he could eviscerate Dezs partner. He had no idea he could detest a man he barely knew, but the loud-mouthed bastard had interrupted their playtime. Unacceptable.
When he heard Dezs Dont you dare, he was all ready to go out there and kick some NYPD ass. But the smell of Irish Spring soap stopped him. He scented the air. They were moving through the backyard. Actually, they were right at the back door. He scented twono. Three. Although only one of them used that particular soap.
Dez had guns hidden all over her house. He could smell the gun oil. The one in the cabinet under her sink was the easiest to get to. He crouched, his hands wrapped around the grip, when they came through the back door. Almost silently. If hed been human, he wouldnt know they were there until they were on top of him.
Still crouched, Mace released the safety, spun, and landed flat on his belly. The barrel of his weapon pressed against a throat.
Hard to enjoy the moment, though, with a .45 slammed against his head.
What the hell are you doing?
I kept trying to call you and never got an answer. I finally called your neighbors about an hour ago. The old couple next door. They said they thought they heard screaming last night.
Maybe Sister Mary Joseph had been right. Dirty little girls like you, Desiree, get caught and dragged out in front of the town and stoned.
Get in here. She grabbed her partner by his arm and dragged him into her house, slamming the door behind her.