“Just what I love to hear, darlin’. Just what I love to hear.”
Toni stretched her arms over her head, laughing as Ricky Lee flipped her over onto her stomach.
“You’re wolf-handling me!” she accused, groaning as his tongue licked up her spine.
Ricky Lee did nothing but growl at her and that’s when she felt a fang graze across her back.
“No fangs!” she ordered. “No fangs!” Toni had been around enough wolves in her life to know what fangs during sex could turn into and she had no idea if either one of them was ready enough for that level of commitment. At least not yet.
Strong, large hands gripped Toni’s hips and pulled her to her knees. Ricky entered her roughly, his fingers digging into her skin. She wished she could say she hated it, but she’d never been so turned on before in her life.
He held her like that for a long moment, buried deep inside her. He leaned into her, his breath hot against her neck.
“You’re making me crazy, darlin’.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Liar,” he whispered.
Toni stretched her entire body this time and Ricky groaned again.
“See what I mean?” he accused.
“No.” Then she tightened her pussy around his cock and that groan turned into a vicious growl.
“Damn evil female!” He sat up straight, his fingers now claws, digging deep into her hips.
Ricky pulled his cock out and pushed it back in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Toni panted as she tried to push herself up with her arms. But a swift slap to her ass had her yipping, snarling, and coming, all at the same time. She’d never felt anything like it. And once she began coming, Ricky began fucking her harder, pounding into her, extending her orgasm as he sought his own.
It was so powerful, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t even scream. She just kept panting and hoping she didn’t pass out. She wasn’t sure she could tolerate the ego boost the wolf would get if she blacked out on him during sex when liquor wasn’t involved. So it was with some relief when she heard him roar like a lion male before dropping onto her back like a sack of really heavy laundry.
When he hadn’t move after several minutes and the tremors racking her body had stopped, Toni rammed her elbow into Ricky’s stomach until he rolled away. Took a few times, too, before he seemed to get the message.
Once Ricky Lee was flat on his back, Toni turned over and rested her head against his shoulder.
“You called me evil,” she reminded him.
“Well, you are Satan’s pet.”
Raising herself up, Toni grinned down at him. “And aren’t you glad about that?”
Ricky grinned back. “Actually . . . I really am.”
Cherise really didn’t understand how she’d let this happen. At what point had she lost control?
Okay, okay. She rarely had control. She knew that, but this . . . this was outrageous!
How did she let one wolfdog talk her into this?
“Blayne . . . I really don’t know about this.”
“You’ll be great! Won’t she, Gwen?”
The gold-eyed feline hybrid finished tying up her skates before looking over at Cherise. “She looks completely freaked out, Blayne.”
“She’s not. Are you, Cherise?”
“Well—”
“See? Besides. This is just tryouts.”
“You see, Blayne,” Cherise tried again, “I can’t really do this. I shouldn’t. Because of my hands.”
Gwen stood up, studied Cherise’s hands. “What’s wrong with them?”
“Nothing. That’s the point. I need to ensure nothing’s wrong with them. They’re my livelihood.”
“Are you a surgeon?”
“No. Cellist.”
The feline stared at her as only a feline could. “Oh. Is that really a job someone has . . . in the world?”
“Gwen!” Blayne snapped.
“What? It was just a question.”
“Rude!” Blayne took hold of Gwen’s arm and lifted it. “See Gwen’s hands, Cherise? Her nails, specifically.”
How could Cherise miss them? They were unreasonably long, painted red and black with sparkling rhinestones on the tips. Like something out of one of Cherise’s nightmares.
“If she can keep her nails this long,” Blayne reasoned, “you can keep your hands safe!”
That didn’t seem like very thought-out reasoning, but before Cherise could debate the point, a hand tugged her hair. Startled, she yipped and spun, ready to make a run for it if necessary.
“What are you doing?” her sister’s best friend blandly asked.
“What are you doing here?” Cherise shot back at Livy Kowalski.
“Coop sent me. He would have come himself to get you but some very large Neanderthal pointed at a giant Post-it note and said it was his practice time.”
Blayne stomped her skate-covered foot. “He’s not a Neanderthal! He’s misunderstood!”
Livy, never comfortable with the overly emotional, eyed Blayne once before focusing back on Cherise.
“Why did you bring Freddy?” Cherise asked Livy. The boy should be at home, getting ready for dinner. Not hanging out on the streets of New York. Toni wouldn’t like that at all.
“I told Toni I’d keep an eye on him. This is me keeping an eye.”
Cherise’s brother held Livy’s hand, his eyes wide as he stared up at all the females of many breeds and species, even hybrids. As soon as they saw little Freddy, the women surrounded him, oohing and aaawwwing over him. He didn’t seem to mind. Thankfully, he appeared to take more after Cooper than Cherise, loving the attention but not needing to drown in it like Delilah, nor simply expecting it like Oriana and Kyle.
“Can I hold him?” a She-lion asked.
Livy frowned at the feline. “He’s not a puppy, dude.”
The cat sneered and Cherise quickly asked her brother, “Do you mind, Freddy?”
His answer was to raise his arms and the She-lion happily lifted him up, turning around to show him off to the other females. “Isn’t he flippin’ adorable!”
Livy yawned and motioned to Cherise. “So . . . what are you doing here?”
“It was me,” Blayne explained, and Livy’s cold, black eyes locked on the hybrid.
“You?”
“Yeah. I thought it would be great for Cherise to get out of the house. The whole time Bo and I have been at the house, she never seems to go out.”
“Do you want to get out?” Livy asked Cherise.
“Not really.”
“But you haven’t tried yet!”
Livy folded her arms over her chest and looked over at Gwen. “Do you guys have a quota? A certain number of people you have to bring to tryouts?”
“Of course not!” Blayne exclaimed.
“Yep,” Gwen replied. “It’s not required by the team or anything but Blayne insists on having her own quota.”
Blayne glared at her friend. “Snitch.”
“That’s what I thought.” Livy motioned to Cherise. “Do you want to stay or go?”
“I thought you were coming to get me.”
“What am I?” Livy asked. “Your mother?” She thought a moment, then changed it to, “Toni?”
“It’s just us,” Blayne told them. “Just the team and our coach. This isn’t a bout. Just a chance for you to get out on skates and see if you like it or not. No pressure.”
“Once you do what she says anyway.”
“Shut up, Gwen,” Blayne snapped before she smiled again at Cherise. “It’ll be fun! I promise!”
“Well . . .” Cherise looked around, and all the females stared at her. “I am already in skates.”
“Yes!” Blayne cheered. “You won’t regret it!” She hugged Cherise, which Cherise didn’t like because she didn’t really like to be touched.
Gwen rolled around Livy, sniffing her.