Page 257 of By His Vow
“Aw, baby girl. It’s okay. Kingston isn’t going to hurt me,” she coos before reaching out and tickling the thing’s chin.
“Seriously?” I ask, still looming over her with much filthier intentions than watching her play with her cat.
“Be nice to her and she’ll treat you with respect.”
“Or we could lock her in one of the guest rooms while we get busy.”
She glares at me.
“Be a good kitty, Fluffpuff, and back off while I take advantage of your owner.”
Tatum squeals and thrashes beneath me as I tuck my face into the crook of her neck and suck on her sweet skin.
Everything is fine for about fifteen seconds, but then I feel it.
Four little feet land on my back before eighteen very sharp claws pierce my back.
“Oh, you little shit,” I bark before jumping to my feet and attempting to shake her off me.
“King stop,” Tatum cries as she rushes toward us, no doubt to rescue the cat.
I’m the one bleeding here.
“Okay, Griz. You got him good, girl,” she soothes. “Stand down, yeah?”
It takes a few seconds of sweet-talking the feral creature but finally, she manages to detach her from my back.
“Fuck, that hurts.”
“You shouldn’t have taunted her.”
“I didn’t,” I argue, knowing full well it’s a lie. “Can we lock her in the guest room now?”
“No. You’re just going to need to learn to get along with her.”
Reaching behind my head, I tug my t-shirt from my body and stare at the back in horror.
“Fucking cannibal,” I mutter, shooting the cat a death stare, which she quite happily returns. I’m pretty sure she snarls, too.
“She’s trying to protect me,” Tatum argues.
I look between the two of them. One I want to fuck, one I want to…probably best I don’t go there, even in my head.
“Look,” I say, taking a step forward. Tatum’s brows pinch as she waits for what I have to say, but before another word leaves my lips, I drop my attention to the cat. “Me and you, Fluff. We’ve got to put up with each other for the next year. I know it’s not ideal, but it is what it is. Do you think we can come to some kind of agreement to allow me to fuck your owner whenever and wherever I want without risking bodily harm?”
Tatum’s body trembles with amusement, and when I glance up, I find that she’s biting on the inside of her lip to stop from laughing.
“I’ll buy you any treats you want. Salmon? Sardines?”
“Doritos,” Tatum says.
“W-what?” I stutter.
“Buy her too much fish and you’ll likely find it stuffed down the couch to rot.”
My eyes widen.
What the fuck is wrong with this cat?