“NO SAGE, NO!” Graysen paused for a moment in the delivery of discipline. One of his dress shirts tore into shreds, white fabricfluttering in the air. And then he completely lost it and strangled out,“Aaaarrrgggggghhhhh!”
After a deep inhale, he heaved his breath out between clenched teeth. “Do your worst, Sage.”
Coat hangers snapped. Sage chomped and slashed. Jackets, shirts, and pants were obliterated into scraps that drifted down like dirty snow while I howled against the blows raining down on my ass as Graysen meted out justice.
“This is for fucking up my laptop and super-gluing my mouse to the desk!”
—spank—
“Mocking my cock with your t-shirt slogans!”
—spank—
“Rubbing poison oak in my armor!”
—spank—
“Replacing my toothpaste with wasabi. Attacking me with sharpened spoons. Spiking my shampoo with glitter glue. Treating my home like a fucking frat house!”
—spank—
—spank—
—spank—
“And using my godsdamned toothbrush to clean the toilet bowl!”
—spank—
Gods, my throbbing ass was on fire. All I wanted to do was fling myself into an ice bucket. I knew I’d been pushing him too far with my cruel pranks, but it was the only way I knew how to fight back. Childish and fun, but also wrong. Deep down, I knew I at least owed it to him to be honest about the toothbrush incident.
“I didn’t use your toothbrush to clean the toilet!” I roared.
“Yes, you did!”
“NO. I. DIDN’T!”
He halted mid-stroke. “Huh?”
The pressure on my back eased with his bewilderment. I wriggled free and clambered around to straddle his thighs so we were face to face.
Graysen’s nose was scrunched and his lips pouted like a petulant child. His narrowed gaze fixed on mine, blazing with anger. Yet there was a sliver of doubt beginning to crest when he realized I was telling the truth. Damp hair slithered sideways as he slowly tilted his head, brows rising. “You didn’t?”
HA! “Ididuse it!”
“Youdid?Youdidn’t?” His eyes bounced between mine. “I can’t tell if you’re lying.”
My hand whipped forward. I clamped my fingers around his jawline, squeezing in a crushing grip to squish his pouty lips out even further. Yanking him closer, I hissed right into his face,“I knooooow!”
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Iwrenched my face free from Nelle’s clawed grip.
The raucous brunnie mayhem ricocheting around the inner courtyard competed with Sage’s exhilarated barking. The wraith-wolf bounded through a cloud of torn fabric and sank his fangs into a brand-new leather boot, tossing it into the air like a cat toying with a dead rat.
Fuuuuuck!
