The Mane Squeeze
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Cut this shit out right now, she snarled at the two females. Her voice was low, a little rough. He liked it.
Back off! one lioness said. This whores mine.
Whore?
Thats it! The hybrid let out a breath, lowered her arms to her sides. That is it. Whatever Roxy ONeill told you, its a load of crap.
How do you know?
Because I do. And if you werent on your fifth martini and you on your seventh Long Island iced tea, you dumb bitches would know that, too.
Watch how you talk to me.
I would, if I thought you had a brain in that fat lion head of yours. Does she really think this is helping?
But you dont. So cut this shit out right now or
Or what? the other lioness demanded. What are you going to do about it, rescue kitty?
The first lioness laughed and suddenly the two enemies had bonded over a new target.
The hybrid knew it, too. He could tell by the way her body stayed relaxed, but her gold eyes sharpened.
This wasnt her first time in a fight and she wouldnt feel bound by shifter-etiquette to fight with only her claws and fangs. Hed bet cold cash that she was armed. Not with a guntoo noisybut with something sharp that could be quickly used and tossed away before the cops came.
The two Shelions were up against something they simply couldnt handle. Something deadlier than a mere feline or hybrid. They were dealing with a Philly girl. Or, as Lock also liked to call them, a Pennsylvania Pain in the Ass.
As a Jersey boy whod spent many a childhood summer at the Jersey Shore with his vacationing parents, and then as a bouncer during the summer months when he was big enough to pass as legal, Lock had dealt with more than enough visiting Philly girls to last him a lifetime. Hed never known anyoneregardless of breedwho liked to argue as much as the Philly females. They couldand wouldargue over anything. And God help you if you took it past arguing, if you took it into something physical.
How did he know this particular hybrid was a Philly girl? Because she had it spelled out in easy-to-read script on the gold necklace hanging around her throat.
Knowing he had seconds to end this before he was forced to call the cops or dispose of bodiesboth of which hed really like to avoid, if possibleLock moved around the three females until he was upwind of them.
A small, summer-night breeze passed and both Shelions raised their heads, their noses sniffing the air as their bodies tensed, and they seemed to sober up immediately. He watched as they slowly faced him, their dark gold eyes wide as they gazed at him in mute horror. He could have done a lot of things at that moment, butLock didnt need to. He kept the hardcore bluffing for his own kind.
Instead, all he did was curl his lip the tiniest bit and give off the softest, faintest grunt. Almost a hiccup. It worked like a charm, too, the two cats tripping backward, slamming into each other before they skidded on the damp grass and took off running into the wedding.
That left him and the hybrid. She hadnt moved at all while the cats were scrambling around her, trying to get away. But now that they were gone, she faced him. Her bright gold gaze traveled from his head to his feet and back again. He knew she might run, knew she might take a wild leap for the trees. Not hard when she had those legs.
She did neither. Instead a slow smile spread over those lips and she said, Jersey bear to the rescue. Her head dipped a bit and she looked up at him through pitch-black lashes. Because we both know what I would have done if theyd made a move on me, dont we, Jersey bear?
Uhyeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever. The bear in him could care less about all thathe only knew he wanted the pretty kitty. He wanted to pick her up and carry her back to the closest river he could find and offer her fresh salmon, honeycombs with desperate bees still clinging to them, and never-ending sex. Yeah. Sex. Lots and lots of sex.
Grizzly-Lock was so focused on the feline standing in front of him, looking sexier than anything hed ever seenor even dreamed ofbefore, that he wasnt at all aware of anything else. At least not until that hand roughly landed on Locks shoulder and a male lion snarled behind him, Just what the hell do you think youre doing with my sister?
Startled, Lock reacted the only way the bear in him knew how. With complete and utter violence.
Spinning around, Lock grabbed the cat by the neck, lifting him up. The males eyes grew wide, his hands turning into claws, but Lock chucked the imbecile fifty feet into the surrounding woods before he could do anything.
Jaw popping, the rage and fear ripping through him, Lock started to go after the big-haired bastard to neutralize the threat until there was no more threat, but the feline female jumped in front of him. No, no, no, no, no, no!
She placed her hands on his chest and he felt that touch go straight through his clothes and skin and right into him. Lock immediately stopped, his fangs and claws retracting. Hed never met anyone, who wasnt family or a very close friend, brave enough to risk touching him when he was like this. Brave enough not to run off, leaving friends, lovers, and blood relatives to fend for themselves. And that alone startled him back to rational thinking.
Please dont, she begged. Theyll blame me and then the ONeills will be responsible for another wedding brawl.