The Mane Event
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She spun on her knees and dived off the bed. She never touched the floor, though. Mace had her by the ankle and clearly had no intention of letting her go.
Mace Llewellyn, let me go! She tried to pull her foot away, but Mace wasnt having it. He dragged her back as he kneeled on one end of the mattress.
Would you look at that ass. He slowly pulled her back toward him. That ass belongs to me, ya know.
It does not!
I guess it always has. Belonged to me, that is.
Mace, lemme go!
No. Im not even remotely done with my ass. Not even close.
He pulled her onto his lap, ass up. Mace gazed down at her butt. Such a delightful, perfect ass. His ass. He leaned down and kissed the right cheek. Then he unleashed his fangs and bit her.
Dez squealed. Mace didnt even know her voice could go that high. She unleashed a stream of curses, some he never even heard ofspunk bubble?reached back, and punched his thigh.
Did you just bite me, she demanded.
Mace licked the blood away. Uh-huh.
Did you break skin?
Uh-huh.
She moaned as his tongue cleaned off her wound, her hands gripping the comforter. Why?
Mace kissed her ass just before he flipped her over. He shrugged. The woman asked the oddest questions. Cause youre mine.
You irritating, motherfucking cat! Dez tried to scramble away again, but Mace didnt let her move an inch from him. Instead, he pulled up one leg, draping it over his shoulder, and wrapped the other around his waist. He yanked her tight against him, the length of his cock pressing against her hot pussy, while he ran his tongue over her ankle.
By the way, Dez. She looked up at him in confusion and lust. Love the toenails.
He didnt hear her fall out of bed until she hit the floor. Mace opened his eyes and found one of her damn dogs staring at him. Tongue hanging out with the foulest breath known to man or beast. Apparently, the dogs feared him less. As the afternoon wore on, they kept moving closer and closer to him. Testing to see how far they could go before he tried to eat one as an appetizer. Now one had his front paws on the bed and that foul wet nose almost touching his. He really didnt like how this particular relationship kept moving along. Hed hoped they would have run away by now.
He heard the cell phone ring and realized why Dez left their warm bed. He could hear her scramble for it. MacDermot. Oh yeah. Hi. Hold on, hon.
She crawled back into bed beside him, her naked body rubbing against his as she handed him his phone. Would anything ever feel as good as that? Your phone. Thought it was mine.
Its not Missy again, is it?
Dez chuckled. Nope.
He took the phone from her. Did you fall out of bed?
Shut up. She turned over and put her arm around one of her stupid dogs. That one actually lay on the bed. And his woman spooned it. She shouldnt be spooning the dog. She should be spooning him.
What? he barked into the phone.
Hey, hoss.
Hey, Smitty. Hows it going?
Fine. Are we still on for tonight?
Hold on. Mace pushed Dezs shoulder.
What? She didnt turn around, but instead stroked that stupid dogs neck.
Smitty wants to know if you wanna hang out with them tonight.
Them?
Yeah. Him, Sissy Mae, and their Pack.
Sure.
He watched her stroke that stupid dogs belly. Honestly, what next? Forget it. He didnt even want to go there.
All right. Were in, he said into the phone.
Great. Meet us at the hotel. Well go from there.
When?
Eight oclock. Well get dinner first.
You got it.
Mace closed the phone and glanced over at Dez. Immediately his cock became hard. Damn, but the things the woman did to him. She must have catnip in her veins. He planned to turn on his side and put his arms around her, but when he tried to move his legs a one-hundred-and-fifty pound pile of raw dog meat happily sat on his feet. He didnt even realize the big bastard had gotten on the bed.
Woman, theres a dog on my feet.
Its his bed.
Is this our lives from now on? Im going to have to put up with these fucking dogs in bed with us?
Dez turned over. She smelled of panic. Our lives?
Yeah. Our lives. I thought I made this clear to you last night.
Are you always like this?
Yes.
Cause thats going to get on my nerves.
Too bad.
She ran her hands through her hair. You know, I always hated cats. Hence the dogs.
Ah yes. You definitely want something around your house that licks its ass, chases its tail, and follows your every command until a car drives by.
She raised herself up on her elbows, her anger making her smell fucking amazing. Dogs are loyal. Theyre intuitive. They drag people out of burning buildings. With cats you just hope they dont kill you in your sleep.
Mace had to be the most relentless man shed ever known. He wanted her and apparently had no intention of giving up until he got what he wanted. What exactly should she do with a 230-pound shapeshifter anyway?