I match it.
“She was taking too long,” Khaos grumbles. “It's done. Let’s see what happens.”
I growl at him.
“You’re an ass.” I transform, going to the far couch and curling up with my nose in my tail, where I can watch the door. Her scent is soothing and very strong here. I close my eyes, breathing her into my lungs.
Casey comes out just before he arrives, and I sit up, staring at her. She’s put on a soft grey skirt that shimmers with pale streaks and a white shirt that is tight over her breasts. She has just the tiniest bit of eyeliner, but somehow that amount is perfect on her. Her hair is brushed out and loose and shines in the light.
I can’t look away from her. What is this? Why does my chest feel tight? She’s beautiful. The curves that I’ve had my hands all over, the way she fit perfectly to my body. I want to take her back to her bedroom, strip her of her clothes, and teach her how to howl.
I hear a car pull up and snarl at the door; he’s dead. I’m going to kill him.
Casey passes a hand over my head, cupping my ear gently. The stroke sends electric pleasure through me, and I lose hold of the homicidal thoughts.
“Chill, Wrath. This is what we all need, remember?”
I’m glad she’s at peace. I personally want to rip the guy apart, and I haven’t even seen him yet. She moves away, her hand slowly leaving my ear. Is she reluctant? Does she feel it, too?
Khaos gives me a level look, warning me not to do anything, and pushes Riot and Angel into the kitchen. Both of them are dragging their feet, looking as predatory as I feel. Hazard takes a spot on the floor, while I bury my face back in my tail and stare, no, glare, at the door.
She opens it before he even finishes knocking. I mentally shake my head. She seems too eager, even though I can tell she just wants him gone. It’s in every line of her body.
Louis Tony is pathetic. He’s tall and thin with boring, dull brown hair, his nose is too big, his ears too long, his eyes are an uninteresting shade of mud brown, and he smells like toilet flowers.
I don’t like him. All the places I’ve marked to bury bodies go through my head.
He leans down and kisses her cheek. It's awkward because she holds her hand out. I dig my claws into her couch and release them, trying to calm down. He should not have his hands on her.
She asks him if he wants a drink as he sits on the couch. He ignores her, muttering instead, while he peers at her breasts. He’s dead. I’m going to kill him. He hasn’t even spotted Hazard or I yet. Points lost. He’s not going to be an attentive mate. I cut my gaze to where I can see Khaos looming in the doorway.
He drops his head. This idiot is not the guy. Not for her.
Louis looks around, and I really don’t like the assessing manner of his gaze. He’s looking at the value rather than seeing the character, the history, the home. I silence the growl as Casey returns with coffee.
Hazard lets out a whine, and Louis almost jumps out of his skin.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice your dogs!” he shouts suddenly. “Look at him. What a beast!”
Hazard puts his head up and yawns.
The idiot leans forward, getting a closer look at the teeth.
“Is he desexed? I’ve got a bitch in heat at the moment. He’d make good pups.”
Hazard snaps his jaw shut and stands up, his tail tucked, and gives Louis a furious black stare. Angel appears beside Khaos, watching intently, his eyes glowing as his lips peel back from his teeth. Hidden out of sight, but ready to kill anyone who touches his twin.
Casey’s idiot date reaches out a hand to pet me, but I lift my head, curling my lips back, exposing all the sharp teeth I have. A very crystal clear warning. This idiot hesitates before continuing on his death path.
“Uh, don’t pat him, please. He’s on medication at the moment, a bit unstable and wobbly. It makes him much more unpredictable.”
I sit up, more than a lot offended!
Louis withdraws his hand. “Oh, shame.”
“So, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I’m Casey, and I’ve lived here all my life.”
“Louis, but you knew that, I moved here five years ago when my wife left me.” That was the beginning of the most boring one-way conversation in the history of conversations.
