Page 86 of Live Love Lasso

“We gotta fill it with supplies.” He glances around. “It’s a might empty now, but I’m hoping sometimes I’ll be able to convince you to work from home.”

I laugh. My new role means I’m at Glimmer a lot, but working from home sounds pretty damn nice.

Shrugging, I lift a brow and grin at him. “Might be hard to do that if my handsome mate’s at home, distracting me.”

He shoves his jeans down and steps out of them, his cock bobbing against his thigh. The shirt goes next, deposited in a pile with the jeans.

“Would this distract you, Lemon?” He grips the base of that impressive length and strokes it up and down with steady, slow movements.

Venom fills my fangs, my second eyelid flashing over my irises as saliva floods my mouth. “Yes. Who could get anything done when that needs to be taken care of?”

He steps toward me. “And how would you take care of it, Lemon?”

“With my mouth.” I slip my hand between my thighs again. “With this soft, hot pussy. You want it, don’t you?”

His deep, possessive growl lights up the bond, lust streaking down it like a bolt of lightning. “Yes.”

I slip two fingers into my pussy, stroking at my G-spot while he watches. “Come get it, Furyon.”

Crossing the scant distance between us, he grips my hips and drags my ass off the table. Furyon lines his cock up with my entrance and thrusts, every ab rippling as he fills me to the hilt. We let out matching groans as his cock kicks inside me.

Reaching up, I pull his hair carefully out of the bun and wrap it around my fist. The other hand goes to his throat, and I grip him, loving the way his heartbeat thuds beneath my fingers.

“Hold on,” he growls, punching out and back in with such force, we move the table a few inches. Pleasure swirls through me as my heartbeat throbs in my ears. I curl my upper lip as I let my head fall back into one of Furyon’s hands. He grips my ass with his other hand, his fingers punishing as pleasure builds. My thighs quake as he reaches down and lifts my leg up over his elbow, grinning at my boots.

“I knew when I first saw you, those boots would be the fuckin’ death of me,” he says. “I knew you’d bring something fresh and new to this place, mate.” He slips out and back in, grinding his hips against mine until I see stars. “I just didn’t realize you’d own my heart and soul so entirely.”

Gods, how can that filthy mouth be simultaneously so damn sweet but so damn dirty?

“I need your bliss, mate,” he growls into my mouth, picking up a steady, punishing pace that has my eyes rolling into my head.

When he gets me there, I sink my fangs into his shoulder and push venom deep into the wound. His hips buck as he grunts, then fills my pussy with seed as I scream his name.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I could never have foreseen this, but Furyon Zayle is mine. And I’m his in all the ways that’ll ever matter.

Furyon

“Gooooo, Roger!!!!” Lemon screeches next to me, her shouts mixing with laughter as our rooster flurries along Main Street, chasing a bucket of chicken feed strapped to a remote control pickup truck. Bebop sits on my foot, watching the race with curiosity, tail waggin’ like crazy.

Main Street is crowded with monsters watching the annual Rooster Race. Roger pulls to the front, and I start cheering too, Lemon held tight between my thighs as I lean against a light post.

Next to us, Bluebell and Oz stand with Bluebell’s bevy of brothers and Hadrian Alkazar. He seems to be a fixture with the Tucker family. Although, I suppose Bluebell’s brother is his best friend. Only makes sense he’d move here to get closer.

Or maybe there’s more to it than that.

I grin as Roger pulls ahead of the other roosters, squawking and flinging his wings wide as his running turns into frantic hopping the closer he gets to the small truck.

Main erupts into cheering when Roger crosses the finish line first, the other roosters scrambling behind him. At the finish line, Sheriff Rygold reaches into the bucket and grabs two handfuls of feed, tossing it to the frantic roosters.

Roger leaps up onto the sheriff’s muscular forearm, his chicken dominance all riled up. He throws himself at Rygold’s face, clawing up over the big gargoyle’s nose with an angry doodle-doo. I’m in hysterics, watching Roger get in a couple well-aimed pecks before the sheriff swats him away and swoops up into the air to escape him.

The sheriff’s been far more present the last few weeks, and it’s a good thing. Downtown Pine Gulch is happier. Monster HQ sent a new Keeper, and while I don’t see her sticking around long, downtown hasn’t kicked her out quite yet. Although, it doesn’t bode well that she’s not at today’s race.

Bluebell elbows me in the side, winking. Today her hair’s all hot pink, the freckles matching. “Furyon, did your cock just chase Sheriff Rygold up into the air?” She winks.

Lemon playfully slaps her. “Don’t talk about my mate’s cock, or I’ll bite you.”