Page 198 of Pucking Them
It looked incredible in the shop. It looks even more stunning contrasted to Shay’s ice-white athletic body and blond hair.
Also, I love the way that he is squirming, trying to adjust to the unfairly large tail plug. He needs it to prepare him for what I have planned.
D’Angelo rests his arm around my shoulder and studies Shay, as if we’re a couple out on a walk with our disobedient dog. “Why would a pet of ours obey? We spoil him.”
I glance at D’Angelo, who would end up arrested if we were in fact on a stroll through Freedom, since he’s dressed as an impossibly hot beastly Cowardly Lion.
He is wearing tight bronze trousers with a mesh black top underneath a gold harness that emphasizes his muscles.
His face is hidden underneath a beautiful, ornate lion mask, which ends just above the sensual curve of his lips.
D’Angelo looks primal and deadly.
King of the Forest of Wild Beasts.
“Our Puppy needs more training,” I agree. “And spoiling.”
I hold tightly onto the leash.
Shay barks, as if to show willing, but also with a definite edge of sarcasm.
D’Angelo’s gaze becomes icy. “Our Omega has forgotten his place.”
Shay’s gaze snaps to D’Angelo’s. “Omega?”
I straighten my shoulders, leaning into D’Angelo’s hold. “We’re your Alphas.”
Shay rubs his head against my leg. I struggle not to reward him for how adorable he is.
How is it possible to remain stern in the face of Shay’s enthusiasm?
“Well, I’m a magical talking Puppy. The brat kind.” Shay gives a sunny grin.
“How about we find Eden, before our pet gets himself into more trouble?” I chuckle, unable to resist leaning down and patting Shay on the head. “I haven’t forgotten the number one D’Angelo rule: Win on the ice. Earn a night off it.”
“We play hard,” D’Angelo recites. “We puck?—”
“Even harder.” Shay leans into my touch, and I card my fingers through his hair.
He doesn’t look away from D’Angelo, while I pet him, with asmug puppy who got the creamexpression.
“I think you’re the one, principessa, who needs more training,” D’Angelo mutters, squeezing my shoulder.
Shay doesn’t look repentant.
Instead, he asks, “Why are you an Alpha anyway?”
Now it is D’Angelo who appears to be trying to keep a straight face.
I love seeing him playful and relaxed like this. We have all needed this for weeks.
“Don’t you remember that I am not only Master Fire and Ice,” D’Angelo teases, “but also Alpha Icefang?”
“Aren’t you Alpha Lion now?” Shay asks. “So, am I Omega Toto?”
I lean down, pulling Shay’s leash to bare his neck. He beams up at me, as if I’m kissing him. Then I rest my hand over his collar, and he melts.
“You’re ours,” I reply. “Our Omega Toto. I’m Alpha Dorothy, and Eden is?—”
