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“You want him healed, live with it!” Monty snapped back.
“Don’t you speak to my niece like that…” Chloe hissed.
“You mean the interloper that’s living in your Inn?” Monty offered back with a small sneer as he tugged hard and Nathan opened his mouth on a growl…
Monty shoved his wrist in the alpha’s mouth and without another word, he kicked him in the balls…
“What the…?” Sarah bit out as Nathan bit down in a yelp of pain…
“That stings…!” Monty grumbled, tugging on the alpha’s hair to try to get the man to release him from his bite, now that he had the healing blood flowing over his tongue…
“Serves you right, kicking a man in the balls…” Sarah’s hands went to her hips, and Aunt, and Niece stood there with exactly the same pose, exactly the same death glares on their faces, and Monty groaned…
“Do you ever feel that you’re having one of those days?” Monty asked the alpha and Nathan growled long and hard… “Let go or I’ll kick you again.” He grumbled, and the alpha forced his jaws open…
“You didn’t need to kick him…” Chloe berated her mate as he pushed up to standing.
“Yes, yes I did…” Monty assured her.
“Butthead,” Sarah bit out as she stalked towards Nathan and Monty sidestepped her.
“Hey, this butthead just saved your mate a few days pain and healing…” Monty said with a smug look that she wanted to wipe off his face with a hearty zap.
“That’s the only reason you still have your balls,” Sarah hissed at him on her way to Nathan’s side.
“Good to know.” Monty declared as he turned to look at his mate, and she was still glaring at him. “Now what?”
“Just …” she huffed, and turned on her heels to stomp away.
Monty groaned and rolled his eyes towards the tops of the trees. He’d known his mate for decades and he still couldn’t figure her out.
He guessed that it might just have been time to stop trying.
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“I’m fine, stop fussing.” Dorothy wasn’t in the mood to have flighty witches, well one witch, prancing around her, and all the while berating her with dark glares … Angela snorted.
“No thanks to you,” She berated her once more.
“You know, when you did something equally as stupid, I seem to remember that I let it drop after the first few huffs,” Dorothy reminded her of her own dice with death.
“You still bring it up,” Angela bit out.
“Well, now you’ll have something to toss back at me, won’t you?” Dorothy grumbled.
“So, you did me a favour?” Angela folded her arms and drummed her fingertips against her own skin. She looked like a schoolteacher that was down to her last nerve.
“Something like that,” Dorothy shot back.
“Next time send me flowers,” Angela grumbled.
“You two are like an old married couple,” Hank grinned at Angela, but when he turned his eyes towards Dorothy, he wasn’t as forgiving. He was sure that the woman had given him a mini heart attack – at least, it had pained him to see her like that.
“Well, I want a divorce for unreasonable behaviour,” Dorothy snorted and lifted her chin in defiance of her friend’s wrath.
“My unreasonable behaviour? Ha! Don’t make me laugh.”
“If you’re worried about the laughter lines then you’re about twenty years too late,” Dorothy snapped back.
“Oh, you want to stick the knife in some more?” Angela shot back. She turned in place. “Here’s my back, have at it.”
“I want some peace from your eternal fuffing,” Dorothy hissed back.
“Fine!” Angela bit out, turning on her heels and stomping towards the bedroom door. “I’ll leave you and your mate to it then.”
“Do what?” Dorothy blinked. “To what?”
Dorothy shot a quick look at Hank who was giving her a wolfish grin. She felt the flush of heat to her cheeks and scowled back at him.
“You know what,” Angela called back over her shoulder…
“But…” Dorothy lifted her hand and was about to protest when Angela stopped at the bedroom door, one hand wrapped around the handle, and she tossed her a very wicked look back over her shoulder.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Angela’s laughter sounded so dirty t Dorothy’s ears that she was sure her cheeks had caught on fire…
“From what I’ve heard that doesn’t leave a lot,” Dorothy grumbled as she folded her arms and huffed.
“Exactly,” Angela’s eyes twinkled with mischief, and Dorothy offered her a dark glare, just before her friend yanked the door closed behind her with a satisfied thud and left her alone with Hank.
“She was joking,” Dorothy bit out quickly, eyeing her mate as he sat beside her bed on a straight backed chair, and he leaned in a little.
“I don’t think she was,” Hank grinned.
Dorothy felt her heart jump into her throat, and she rolled her eyes away from the man. Still, she couldn’t help but feel his presence right next to her, as her body hummed from the lack of her magical shields…
“Bum.” She bit out, and the sound of the elder’s deep chuckle rolled over her skin and reinforced the clarity of who he was to her.
Whichever way she wanted to see it; the fact remained that he was her mate, and there was no escaping that fact.
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Jamie stalked into the bedroom after his mate and tossed the bedroom door closed behind him.
His eyes flicked to the messed up covers on the bed and his memory kicked images of what had happened between them earlier into the forefront of his mind, and he really couldn’t help the low, deep, hungry growl that rolled through his broad chest…
Fallon’s eyes flicked towards him and she scowled at the sound…
“You’re scary,” Jamie offered her a teasing smile to go with his words.
She’d killed the vampire in a way that he’d never seen before, and wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to witness it again…
“Words a girl likes to hear,” Fallon shot back with a teasing smile of her own. “And you’re naked while doing it.”
Not that she had any objection to seeing his hard, muscled body in all of its naked glory. No, she didn’t mind one little bit. Not that anything on him fitted the category of little…
Her eyes took a slow wander as her mind filled in the blanks – every inch of what she could see had been pressed up against her at some stage during their last time together in the bedroom – just not naked…
“I thought we could start again where we left off.” Jamie’s hungry growl was right up front and centre and it rolled through every word…
“You weren’t naked when we left off…” Fallon tossed up just one shoulder and tried really hard not to devour him with her eyes…
Really, really hard – not to devour him with her eyes – not to stare at the rise and fall of his muscled chest and abdomen – not the take in the thick corded muscles of his arms and legs that seemed to be flexing under his skin of their own accord just to teased her – and then there was the hard thick length of his cock that stood proud and begged mercilessly for her undivided attention….
Fallon had to try really hard to keep her eyes moving up his body…
Not that it helped which part of him she was looking at.
The man’s shoulders were impossibly wide and she had the urge to grip on to them and climb her way up his body, wrap herself around him like a vine, and be as wicked as sin with the man who was her mate…
“You don’t look like you object,” Jamie gave her a wolfish grin, and there was mischief and desire flashing in equal measure within his darkened eyes, and that was sexy as well…
Object?
Hell no!
That would just be silly…
Who can object to perfection?
Who can object to eyeing up their naked, muscle bound mate with his perfect body on show?
People paid good money to go to museums and look at something that good…
He’s an Adonis.
He’s worthy of being looked at, and more, touched, but only by me…
I find some skanky hands on his body and I’ll rip them off and hand them back to the bitch that dared to touch him … not that she’d be able to take them from me… because she’d have no damn hands…
Sex on a stick.
My - sex on a stick to look at, to touch…
Damn…
He’s my mate!
My mate – a shifter wolf – an Adonis…
What the hell am I still doing with my clothes on?
Wait … that’s … the mating pull … thanks, fate…
Or maybe I should be thanking fate…
I’m confused…
I’m ogling…
I’m objectifying…
Hell yeah!