Both twins made a show of looking up and down the hallway, which had only Eric and Wolfe on the other end, all the humans outside for the moment. “I don’t see any kids,” the first twin said. “Unless you’re counting your mate, what with the height challenge.”
Soren grinned viciously at him. “Hilarious. Will you still be laughing when I tell Colin you were threatening sexual deviancy just to get a few nice words from him?”
The twin grinned back at him, just as vicious. “You act like he’ll be surprised.”
That almost made Soren smile for real. He did so love a pathetic man.
Instead, he slid past the twins, flipping them off anyway—he wasn’tshort, he waspetite—nodding to Eric and Wolfe.
Eric was kneeling on the floor, getting his hand sniffed by some tiny, wiry-haired dog. “He’s so little,” he was telling Wolfe. “We’d barely even notice him.”
Wolfe stood over him placidly, dressed in one of his ridiculous suits. “I’m afraid that’s untrue. I would most assuredly notice a new creature living in our home.”
“He could stay in my den,” Eric pleaded.
“I fuck you in that den almost daily. And I don’t require an audience.” Wolfe lowered his voice, although he could still be heard clearly. “If you want to play at puppies, pet, there are other ways to go about it.”
“Gross,” Soren said loudly, more to make Eric blush than anything else.
He was successful too.
Wolfe cocked a brow at him. “Please. As if you don’t lead your mate around by a leash already.”
Gabe let out a disgruntled, “Hey!” and wrapped an arm around Soren, grumbling about rude psychopaths.
Soren settled into his hold, giving him a long, speculative look while he was at it. Gabedidhave a gorgeous, strong, tanned neck.
Gabe shook his head, leading Soren to the door with a “Cats” sign over it. “No, brat.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Gabe sighed as they made their way into the feline wing. “Why is everyone in this den such a fucking perv?”
“You were eating my ass like a starved man barely an hour ago, so are you really one to talk?”
Gabe choked on his tongue as they walked into the large room where the cats were kept, but that was what he got for pretending to be a prude.
There was a volunteer inside, showing a family a tubby calico the children were clearly already smitten with.
“Now therearechildren present,” Soren said quietly, pinching Gabe’s side and stepping out of his hold. “So behave, Highness.”
They perused the room. It had a big open area with cat trees and toys, and large cages along the walls. All of them were double-decker, with plenty of room for their occupants to stretch out and play. Some cats were kept with friends; some were housed alone.
Soren stopped in front of one that held a giant behemoth of a cat, his fur various shades of gray. He had the meanest face Soren had ever seen on a feline, and only one eye. The sign said he was seven years old, not good with other pets, and not a fan of children.
“Well, who’s going to want this one?” Soren asked.
The cat blinked his good eye at him but didn’t otherwise acknowledge Soren’s presence. Soren frowned at him. “Don’t you know if you’re going to be mean, you have to be pretty?”
Gabe wrapped an arm around Soren’s waist again, dropping his chin on top of Soren’s head. “Foisting beauty standards on a cat, are we?”
“His search for a home is basically a popularity contest,” Soren argued, tilting his chin at the calico cat who was rubbing up against his new family members’ shins. “I don’t make the rules.”
He tapped gently at the cage with one finger, making a face at the cat, whose card said his name was Bubba. “Look alive,” he whispered.
Gabe gave his middle a squeeze. “You know, if you wanted…”
Soren gave him a disbelieving look. “You think I want a mangycat?”
