wrangling
...focused on Shannon’s movements while keeping Dirk in his peripheral vision. “Hmm. So, you’ve marked her? Fast work, pup. Especially since you two just met.”
Dirk tensed, a slight change in his demeanor, but nonetheless, Chase caught it. “Who said anything about marking her?”
Why did my thoughts go in that direction? As though the werewolf would take her as his mate. Chase snorted at Dirk’s questioning look. “Don’t you hounds always stick with one bitch for life?”
“After we’re finished nailing every other bitch we want first. Trust me, cat-man, I’ll have that pretty little thing sucking my dick before the week’s out.”
Not if I can help it. Chase shot the man a challenging smirk. “If it’s going to take you that long, then you’d better forget it. She’ll be flat on her back with her legs wrapped around me before the sun comes up tomorrow.”
“Seriously, man. I know cats think they rule the world and everything in it, but are all you guys so delusional?”
“Not delusional. Justifiably confident.”
“Then it sounds like we have a problem.”
“Really?” Chase pulled the door open and paused. “No problem here that I can see. Aside from having to worry about catching fleas.” Enjoying the annoyed expression on Dirk’s face, Chase stepped into the bright sunlight.
“Dang, did you see the honkers on that woman?”