Page 43 of Nicolette

“I’m sorry, I figured Tony Tiger might be too much unless you think it’s ‘grrreat’?” I asked, trying to imitate the voice of the Frosted Flakes mascot.

“You done?” he asked, thoroughly unamused.

“What about T-I-double-G—”

Rambler shot out of his chair and instantly appeared before me, reminding me just how fast shifters could move. The next thing I knew, I was hauled out of my chair and bent over Rambler’s knee with his firm hand gripping my ass.

“Go on, spell it,” he taunted. “You wanted my attention. Well, now you have it. Not quite what you expected, is it, little Piglet?”

A shiver of excitement ran down my spine at the threat. I’d never been one for enjoying being spanked during sex, but it had happened a few times with these guys. When it did, I didn’t get the same flash of anger I normally would and deck the motherfucker right in the face. This was different, almost more like a game. I had the option to be good and avoid the threatened punishment, or I could poke the tiger and see how things turned out.

“You’re right. Tigger is absolutely not the right nickname for you,” I amended. “It should be something more fitting for a biker like… Shere Khan, now that tiger was a boss.”

The crack of his hand on my ass made me flinch, and I let out a startled gasp as he did it twice more. Then he grabbed a handful of cheek and began to massage out the sting, making me moan.

“I have a name that I was given. It’s one I wear proudly on my cut with the Savage Pride colors on the back. There is no need for me to have another,” Rambler said, then leaned down so he was closer to my ear and whispered, “Unless it’s something you only call me when you’re coming around my cock.”

“Fuck, man!” Marco groaned. “Dude, you are making her pheromones go crazy, and now my dick is rock hard.”

Rambler chuckled and nipped at my ear before sitting back up. “If our little pet behaved herself, then I wouldn’t have to rile her up.”

“That makes no sense,” Polo muttered.

“Oh, but it does. What greater kind of torture can you think of than to get her all hot and bothered, then leave her wanting until we have time to deal with it?” Rambler asked as he settled me in his lap, spreading my legs wide. “If I really wanted to make sure my point was hitting home, I would tease her, rub my fingers over her needy pussy, knowing her jeans wouldn’t ever let it be enough. Another fun option would be to let my fingers play over her nipples but not apply any pressure, so it almost tickles. God, I can only imagine how infuriating that would be.”

The bastard was doing exactly what he said as he was saying it, making me squirm and bite my lip to keep from begging. He wanted to show that he had the power to mess with me and make himself the solution all at the same time. I had to hand it to the man, it was motherfucking working.

“Have you had enough?” Rambler asked as his tongue flicked out to lick the shell of my ear.

A desperate cry burst out of me as my breath quickened and my heart pounded in my chest. The fucker hadn’t done anything but a little light petting, but I was horny as hell and was about to give him whatever he wanted if he’d just let me fucking come. Then Marco took a step closer, reaching out to touch me and a switch was flipped in Rambler’s whole demeanor.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” He snarled, snatching me away from Marco and leaping out of the chair. “She’s mine.”

Nine was suddenly up in Rambler’s face, his teeth bared, a warning growl leaking out of him. “What did you just say?”

“You got your time with her. Now it’s my turn. I stood aside and let you mark her first as is your right, but don’t you dare think you can stop me from claiming my fated pair,” Rambler shot back, clutching me close to his chest.

Squirming, I tried to get him to put me down, but his grip only tightened. “Time out,” I yelled, waving my hands. “Everyone, just take a goddamn deep breath.” My command seemed to have some effect since Nine took a step back, and Rambler loosened his hold on me slightly. Neither of them broke their visual stare down with each other, but the growling had stopped.

“Rambler, please set me down,” I requested, trying to keep my voice calm as I spoke.

“No,” he bit out. “If I do, he’ll snatch you away and won’t let me near you again.”

Good God, these men were going to give me a migraine.

“Nine, do you promise not to do what he just said as we talk through this?” I asked.

I watched the struggle as Nine tried to decide what he was going to do. All of this made no sense, and I needed to get to the bottom of it before more fights erupted between these men who told me they were best friends.

“Fine, you have my word. I won’t try to take her or keep her from you as we have this conversation,” Nine answered.

Personally, I felt like that was splitting hairs, but it would have to do for now. “Rambler?” I questioned.

He took a moment to mark me with his scent rubbing his cheek against mine as well as my neck before releasing me. Taking a step back from both of them, I held my hands up as the others tried to make a grab for me.

“Hold up, no one moves,” I ordered. “The last time we went through this with Nine, it didn’t bode well for the rest of you. It’s clear that Rambler is suffering from the same instincts, so let’s minimize the drama for now.”

The guys listened except for Dice, who shifted and came to sit on my feet, watching the other two like he was going to make sure they followed the rules. I couldn’t help but smile down at him, which got me growls from both Nine and Rambler.