The Mane Squeeze
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Im going to guess theyre fans of Scottish culture and that kilt I have him in is a perfect replica of the MacRyrie family kilt.
Fans of Scottish culture, my ass! Theyre checking out his legs.
Hes got great legs, Jess said as one of the bouncers from the front whispered something in her ear and she walked off.
But that was no problem, because May quickly took her place and said, Hes got big strong thighs, huh?
Like a Clydesdale.
My Clydesdale, Gwen ground out between clenched teeth, making the dog jump back from her.
Well, if youre going to get all upset, Maylin looked at the whores surrounding Lock, then you better get over there and get him. Maylin reared back from the slashing claws. And theres no call to get nasty!
Gwen cracked her knuckles and said to Blayne, Watch my back.
Go get your man, Gwenie.
The friends banged fists, then Gwen took several steps, crouched, and leaped forward. The legs shed inherited from her father launched her from the dance floor, landing her directly in front of Lock. She slammed down in front of him and spun around to face the whores crowding around him.
Hey! some She-wolf complained. We were talkin to him.
Great. More horny hillbillies.
Fuck off.
Why dont you make us?
Gwen unleashed her hiss-roar and the wild dogs took off running, the felines sidled away, and the She-wolves snarled back.
I dont see your name on him, feline, another hillbilly complained.
How about I put my name on you? Gwen slashed her claws across the females upper chest to get her meaning across. Would you like that, whore?
Covering up the gushing wounds with her hands, the She-wolf backed off and the others did the same, easing back until they seemed to fade into the dancing, partying crowd.
Snarling around what suspiciously felt like a hairball, Gwen caught hold of Locks arm and dragged him over to one of the tables. She looked at the three males taking up her space and snarled, Move! They snorted at her and went back to their conversation. Thats when Lock quietly said, Move. And they did.
Gwen pushed Lock into a chair, paced off, and, after two seconds, paced right back.
Have you lost your mind?
He gazed up at her, looking so cute and sweet and unbelievably sexy she could eat the bastard alive! In what way?
What kind of answer was that exactly?
She was about to ask him that question, too, when some She-jackal eased up to his side and asked Lock in what could only be described as a disgustingly forced baby voice, So are you reallyScottish?
Oh, my God! Gwen bellowed, beyond fed up. Fuck off!
If youre going to get so defensive, the She-jackal sniped, that baby voice miraculously disappearing,
you may want to mark him so were all clear.
Gwens head lowered, her eyes locked on the target in front of her, and she growled out, I will kill you.
Lock quickly grabbed Gwens arm and dragged her onto his lap while she watched the jackal practically sprint back into the crowd.
Yanking her arm out of Locks grasp, Gwen faced away from him, her legs straddling his big thighs, and she scowled at any encroaching females. No one was getting near what was hers. Nobody.
Hi, Gwen, Lock finally said to her back.
Dont talk to me, she snapped, still good and pissed.
Ever?
Gwen looked at him over her shoulder. What were you thinking, sashaying around here dressed in that outfit?
I didnt sashay. Although I might have swaggered a bit.
Turning her body around so she faced him, Gwen moved up on Locks lap and said, That doesnt answer my question.
Its not my fault. He pointed at the crowd. Its their fault.
Without turning her body again, Gwens head snapped around until she could look behind her.
The wild dogs standing behind her screamed in horror and ran off. All except two. Sabina, who looked as if she didnt run from anyone, no matter how terrified she may be. And Jess.
Gazing in fascination, Jess asked, How do you do that? Is it a genetic deformity?
Gwen pulled her gums over her fangs, and Sabina caught Jesss arm and dragged her off into the crowd.
But I need to know! Jess argued. That is not normal! But, I mean, how cool!
Feeling surprisingly better knowing that Lock didnt pick this costume himself, Gwen faced him again and said, You cant wear outfits like this around predator females, Lachlan. Theyre worse than males. They descended on you like vultures at a lion kill.
I think youre blaming the victim.
Shut up. She pointed a finger. And dont laugh, she added when she saw his lips tighten.
Okay. He gazed over at the bar and she knew he was holding it in. I wont laugh. A few seconds later, he looked back to her. Cant I laugh a little?
No!
She wasnt surprised when her answer made him laugh anyway.
I should have known you let Jess Weepy Eyes Ward-Smith talk you into this.
Fans of Scottish culture, my ass! Theyre checking out his legs.
Hes got great legs, Jess said as one of the bouncers from the front whispered something in her ear and she walked off.
But that was no problem, because May quickly took her place and said, Hes got big strong thighs, huh?
Like a Clydesdale.
My Clydesdale, Gwen ground out between clenched teeth, making the dog jump back from her.
Well, if youre going to get all upset, Maylin looked at the whores surrounding Lock, then you better get over there and get him. Maylin reared back from the slashing claws. And theres no call to get nasty!
Gwen cracked her knuckles and said to Blayne, Watch my back.
Go get your man, Gwenie.
The friends banged fists, then Gwen took several steps, crouched, and leaped forward. The legs shed inherited from her father launched her from the dance floor, landing her directly in front of Lock. She slammed down in front of him and spun around to face the whores crowding around him.
Hey! some She-wolf complained. We were talkin to him.
Great. More horny hillbillies.
Fuck off.
Why dont you make us?
Gwen unleashed her hiss-roar and the wild dogs took off running, the felines sidled away, and the She-wolves snarled back.
I dont see your name on him, feline, another hillbilly complained.
How about I put my name on you? Gwen slashed her claws across the females upper chest to get her meaning across. Would you like that, whore?
Covering up the gushing wounds with her hands, the She-wolf backed off and the others did the same, easing back until they seemed to fade into the dancing, partying crowd.
Snarling around what suspiciously felt like a hairball, Gwen caught hold of Locks arm and dragged him over to one of the tables. She looked at the three males taking up her space and snarled, Move! They snorted at her and went back to their conversation. Thats when Lock quietly said, Move. And they did.
Gwen pushed Lock into a chair, paced off, and, after two seconds, paced right back.
Have you lost your mind?
He gazed up at her, looking so cute and sweet and unbelievably sexy she could eat the bastard alive! In what way?
What kind of answer was that exactly?
She was about to ask him that question, too, when some She-jackal eased up to his side and asked Lock in what could only be described as a disgustingly forced baby voice, So are you reallyScottish?
Oh, my God! Gwen bellowed, beyond fed up. Fuck off!
If youre going to get so defensive, the She-jackal sniped, that baby voice miraculously disappearing,
you may want to mark him so were all clear.
Gwens head lowered, her eyes locked on the target in front of her, and she growled out, I will kill you.
Lock quickly grabbed Gwens arm and dragged her onto his lap while she watched the jackal practically sprint back into the crowd.
Yanking her arm out of Locks grasp, Gwen faced away from him, her legs straddling his big thighs, and she scowled at any encroaching females. No one was getting near what was hers. Nobody.
Hi, Gwen, Lock finally said to her back.
Dont talk to me, she snapped, still good and pissed.
Ever?
Gwen looked at him over her shoulder. What were you thinking, sashaying around here dressed in that outfit?
I didnt sashay. Although I might have swaggered a bit.
Turning her body around so she faced him, Gwen moved up on Locks lap and said, That doesnt answer my question.
Its not my fault. He pointed at the crowd. Its their fault.
Without turning her body again, Gwens head snapped around until she could look behind her.
The wild dogs standing behind her screamed in horror and ran off. All except two. Sabina, who looked as if she didnt run from anyone, no matter how terrified she may be. And Jess.
Gazing in fascination, Jess asked, How do you do that? Is it a genetic deformity?
Gwen pulled her gums over her fangs, and Sabina caught Jesss arm and dragged her off into the crowd.
But I need to know! Jess argued. That is not normal! But, I mean, how cool!
Feeling surprisingly better knowing that Lock didnt pick this costume himself, Gwen faced him again and said, You cant wear outfits like this around predator females, Lachlan. Theyre worse than males. They descended on you like vultures at a lion kill.
I think youre blaming the victim.
Shut up. She pointed a finger. And dont laugh, she added when she saw his lips tighten.
Okay. He gazed over at the bar and she knew he was holding it in. I wont laugh. A few seconds later, he looked back to her. Cant I laugh a little?
No!
She wasnt surprised when her answer made him laugh anyway.
I should have known you let Jess Weepy Eyes Ward-Smith talk you into this.
