Big Bad Beast
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Eat and tell me my food is amazing or Im going to get cranky again.
If youre going to be pushy . . . She took a bite, letting the flavors burst against her taste buds.
Damn, but the man could cook. Didnt seem right, did it? Pretty and a good cook.
Well?
Do I really need to tell you how good it is?
Yes. Although Im enjoying your orgasm face.
She smirked. Darlin, you dont know my orgasm face.
Yet. Im ever hopeful.
Keepin that dream alive.
Someone has to. He winked at her and went back to his food. Ill see what I can find out about whats going on with KZS and get back to you. He looked up at her and smiled. Dont worry, Dee-Ann. Ive got your back.
She knew that. She knew he would come through as promised. As hard as it was to believe, she was learning to trust the one breed of wolf her daddy told her never to trust.
Then again . . . her daddy had never tasted the mans blueberry waffles.
But do me a favor, Dee, he said. Until I get this straightened out, dont get into it with the cats.
Dee stared at him and asked with all honesty, What makes you think I would?
CHAPTER 2
The first punch to her face sent Dee-Ann stumbling. But that wasnt surprising. They didnt call the tigress Marcella Malone Bare Knuckles for nothing. And Dees big mistake had been turning her back on her. She knew better than to turn her back on the treacherous feline and former Marine originally from Mineola, Long Island, New York. Or, as Dee used to put it when they trained togetherthat Long Island whore.
It had been a lot of years since theyd seen each other, since theyd started together in the Marines Corps shifter-only Unit until their commanding officer had placed them on separate teams because, as the polar bear had explained, Some dogs and cats will just never get along.
Im sorry, Dee-Ann, the feline told her without any remorse whatsoever. My fist slipped.
It happens, Dee replied seconds before she swung her own fist, connecting with Malones face.
The She-tiger snarled, her head coming up, blood streaming from the cut on her cheek, eyes turning bright gold and angry. Seemed fair, though, since Dee had the same amount of blood coming from her nose.
The pair sized each other up. Dee quickly remembered all the strengths and weaknesses the She-tiger had. About Dees age, thirty-five or so, Malone had come into her full adult power with strong arms and thighs. Shed be fast, but her stamina would be nothing like Dees. At six feet, Malone weighed a bitmore and had more curves in her human form. She still kept her black hair with white and red streaks long, and Dee had no qualms about using all that hair to her advantage if she had to.
Their teams spread out around them in a circle and Dee knew on some deeper, more humane level that this was wrong. They were here on a hot, late-June night in this Brooklyn warehouse for bigger issues than a bitch-fight between former Marines. But Malone had always brought out the worst in Dee.
The absolute worst.
So ignoring the bigger issueslike what had happened to the fight ring that was supposed to be having an event tonight at this locationthe two She-predators removed their jackets and brought up their fists.
Malone was and always would be a brawler. It ran in her tiger bloodline. She was the daughter of one of the greatest early shifter hockey players, Nice Guy Malone. And, like her father, shed gone from the Marines to playing right defenseman for the Nevada Slammers. She was pretty good, too, but spent a lot of her time in the penalty box because she simply couldnt stop from beating the hell out of people when they irritated her.
But hockey wasnt all that Malone was part of. She also worked for Katzenhaft Security or KZS
for short. The feline nations security team. Dating back several hundred years, KZS had bases all over the world, their job simply to protect all felines. It was rare for Dee or the Group in general to come face to face with a KZS team. Especially when dealing with hybrids. The cats were notorious for having no interest or patience with mixed breeds of any kind. As it was, they barely tolerated the feline crossbreedstigons, ligers, cheetah-leopard crosses, etc.but when fellow felines bred outside their species or KZS teammates were dealing with canine mixes in general, they often showed more disdain than usual. Which meant they normally didnt involve themselves with hybrid issues.
Until recently. Something that made Dee-Ann all sorts of distrustful.
That two-ton truck Malone called a fist rammed into Dees cheek, followed by a right cross to her already battered nose. Dee ignored the little yellow birds twirling around her head and blocked the next punch with her right forearm, smashing Malones nose with the palm of her hand. Malones head snapped back and Dee followed up with a punch to the stomach. Malone caught Dee around the neck with both arms and came in close, bringing her knee up into Dees gut, twice. Dee slammed her head forward into Malones.
Thats it! a female voice yelled.
Strong hands yanked Dee and Malone apart and the fact that their feet werent touching the ground told Dee they were being held by something really big.
Dee-Ann? That female voice again. It didnt belong to whatever was holding them.
If youre going to be pushy . . . She took a bite, letting the flavors burst against her taste buds.
Damn, but the man could cook. Didnt seem right, did it? Pretty and a good cook.
Well?
Do I really need to tell you how good it is?
Yes. Although Im enjoying your orgasm face.
She smirked. Darlin, you dont know my orgasm face.
Yet. Im ever hopeful.
Keepin that dream alive.
Someone has to. He winked at her and went back to his food. Ill see what I can find out about whats going on with KZS and get back to you. He looked up at her and smiled. Dont worry, Dee-Ann. Ive got your back.
She knew that. She knew he would come through as promised. As hard as it was to believe, she was learning to trust the one breed of wolf her daddy told her never to trust.
Then again . . . her daddy had never tasted the mans blueberry waffles.
But do me a favor, Dee, he said. Until I get this straightened out, dont get into it with the cats.
Dee stared at him and asked with all honesty, What makes you think I would?
CHAPTER 2
The first punch to her face sent Dee-Ann stumbling. But that wasnt surprising. They didnt call the tigress Marcella Malone Bare Knuckles for nothing. And Dees big mistake had been turning her back on her. She knew better than to turn her back on the treacherous feline and former Marine originally from Mineola, Long Island, New York. Or, as Dee used to put it when they trained togetherthat Long Island whore.
It had been a lot of years since theyd seen each other, since theyd started together in the Marines Corps shifter-only Unit until their commanding officer had placed them on separate teams because, as the polar bear had explained, Some dogs and cats will just never get along.
Im sorry, Dee-Ann, the feline told her without any remorse whatsoever. My fist slipped.
It happens, Dee replied seconds before she swung her own fist, connecting with Malones face.
The She-tiger snarled, her head coming up, blood streaming from the cut on her cheek, eyes turning bright gold and angry. Seemed fair, though, since Dee had the same amount of blood coming from her nose.
The pair sized each other up. Dee quickly remembered all the strengths and weaknesses the She-tiger had. About Dees age, thirty-five or so, Malone had come into her full adult power with strong arms and thighs. Shed be fast, but her stamina would be nothing like Dees. At six feet, Malone weighed a bitmore and had more curves in her human form. She still kept her black hair with white and red streaks long, and Dee had no qualms about using all that hair to her advantage if she had to.
Their teams spread out around them in a circle and Dee knew on some deeper, more humane level that this was wrong. They were here on a hot, late-June night in this Brooklyn warehouse for bigger issues than a bitch-fight between former Marines. But Malone had always brought out the worst in Dee.
The absolute worst.
So ignoring the bigger issueslike what had happened to the fight ring that was supposed to be having an event tonight at this locationthe two She-predators removed their jackets and brought up their fists.
Malone was and always would be a brawler. It ran in her tiger bloodline. She was the daughter of one of the greatest early shifter hockey players, Nice Guy Malone. And, like her father, shed gone from the Marines to playing right defenseman for the Nevada Slammers. She was pretty good, too, but spent a lot of her time in the penalty box because she simply couldnt stop from beating the hell out of people when they irritated her.
But hockey wasnt all that Malone was part of. She also worked for Katzenhaft Security or KZS
for short. The feline nations security team. Dating back several hundred years, KZS had bases all over the world, their job simply to protect all felines. It was rare for Dee or the Group in general to come face to face with a KZS team. Especially when dealing with hybrids. The cats were notorious for having no interest or patience with mixed breeds of any kind. As it was, they barely tolerated the feline crossbreedstigons, ligers, cheetah-leopard crosses, etc.but when fellow felines bred outside their species or KZS teammates were dealing with canine mixes in general, they often showed more disdain than usual. Which meant they normally didnt involve themselves with hybrid issues.
Until recently. Something that made Dee-Ann all sorts of distrustful.
That two-ton truck Malone called a fist rammed into Dees cheek, followed by a right cross to her already battered nose. Dee ignored the little yellow birds twirling around her head and blocked the next punch with her right forearm, smashing Malones nose with the palm of her hand. Malones head snapped back and Dee followed up with a punch to the stomach. Malone caught Dee around the neck with both arms and came in close, bringing her knee up into Dees gut, twice. Dee slammed her head forward into Malones.
Thats it! a female voice yelled.
Strong hands yanked Dee and Malone apart and the fact that their feet werent touching the ground told Dee they were being held by something really big.
Dee-Ann? That female voice again. It didnt belong to whatever was holding them.
