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Isaiah grimaced. “To each their own, I guess.”
His cat pushed for supremacy, done being an observer.
Isaiah returned inside long enough to shed his clothes and leave them in a pile beside hers on the floor. Be gentle with her, he told his cat.
The animal sniffed, insulted that Isaiah would think he’d do otherwise, and then lunged to the surface.
Settling into his fur, the pallas cat padded into the yard. The other feline jerked up her head, spotted him, froze. He slowly sat on the deck, not intending to play, only to watch.
She eyed him closely for long moments before turning away. He watched as she ran, played, clawed trees, hunted.
After a while, they returned to the house. She shifted first, and her human half looked down at him. Her mouth curving, she said, “Hi.” Like her cat had earlier, she remained still, just watching him.
He still wasn’t too sure he liked having another person in his space, but it didn’t matter. She was his to protect. So the cat held back a moody growl and shifted.
Isaiah pushed to his feet, relieved his animal had been so well-behaved. “That went well enough.”
“It did,” she said, clearly relieved.
“Your cat sure has a lot of energy.”
“Dude, that was nothing. She can run for literally hours.”
He frowned. “But she won’t, right? I know black-foots are roamers, but we’re not like the Crimson Pride—we don’t have lots of land where she can run free without worry of being attacked.”
“She won’t go too far,” Quinley assured him, snatching her panties from the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh, redressing?”
“No point in that.” He took the panties from her hand. “I’m about to fuck you, and I’d rather you were naked for that.”
“Oh. Well. Okay, then.”
CHAPTER TEN
Studying the Alpha pair’s Christmas tree, Quinley tossed another salted chip in her mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a zombie tree topper before.”
Beside her, Aspen smiled and put a hand to her chest. “It was a gift from me.”
“I don’t like to use it,” said Havana, drawing Quinley’s attention back to where the devil sat on the sofa with Bailey. “But Aspen kept switching the topper, knowing it’d eventually reach a point where I couldn’t be bothered changing it back.”
“How can you not like it?” demanded Aspen. “Look at it. It makes a statement.”
Havana stared at her evenly. “Yes, it says, ‘The person who bought this is a fucking nut.’”
A sniff from the bearcat. “I resent that.”
“Go forth and resent. It won’t make it untrue.” Havana swigged some of her soda. “You’re the one who loves zombies, I don’t know why you didn’t buy it for yourself…” She trailed off at Aspen’s shifty expression. “Oh my God, you bought it for yourself. Camden wanted no part of it, so you regifted it to me.”
“You’re only just considering that?” Bailey asked the Alpha. “Wow.”
Havana tossed a piece of popcorn at her, but the mamba moved fast and caught it with her mouth.
Chomping it down, Bailey grinned with pride.
“I want to hate you,” Havana told her. “I tried in the beginning. Really hard. It didn’t work.”
