"Someone
stole my tail again," Love Star grumbled as he flopped down in the seat
across from where his friends sat. He crossed his arms over his chest and
stuck his lower lip out. He was pissed. That was the third time this week
that someone had taken his tail.
He liked that
tail too. It was one of his favorite—long and black and it had just the
right amount of swing in it to match the sway of his hips. Love had spent
hours in front of his full length mirror perfecting the sway of his hips
until he had it just right.
"Have you
ever thought of not wearing a tail, Love?" Matt asked.
Love rolled
his eyes. "Oh please, I would look ridiculous without my tail."
"Well," Matt
said as he waved his hand toward Love's butt, "if you won't leave the tail
at home, you have to expect people to try and take it."
"Why can't
they just leave it alone?" Love asked.
"Love, you
don't want them to leave it alone, remember?" Drea smirked. "That’s why you
started wearing the ears and tail in the first place."
"I wanted
them to look, not take."
"Maybe you
should attach the tail to your pants then."
Love rolled
his eyes. "Really?"
Drea
chuckled. "I'm just saying, Love. If you don't want people to steal your
tail then you need to secure it to your ass a little better."
"It would
just be better if it was real," Love grumbled, "and then no one could steal
it from me. I could bite them if they tried."
"Yeah, I
don't see that happening anytime soon, Love."
"It could
happen!" Love insisted, frowning at Matt. Neither of his friends seemed to
understand the fascination Love had for all things wolf. And Love wasn't
sure he wanted them to know. It was a little weird and a lot obsessive.
"Hey, I have
a great idea," Matt said. "My family is having this little get together
later tonight back at the house. There's going be food, dancing, everything.
Do you want to go?"
Love glanced
around the bar. It was supposed to be a happening place only nothing was
happening. He was bored out of his mind. Anything had to be better than
hanging out in a bar that was almost empty. The place was dead.
"Sure," Love
said, "I'm in."
Love reached
up and checked the placement of the black furry wolf ears on the top of his
head. Satisfied that they were right where they were supposed to be, he held
out his hand. A lollipop was slapped into his hand, a deep chuckle coming
from Drea.
Love ripped
off the wrapping and shoved the sweet tasting treat into his mouth. The
fruity flavor of cherry exploded across Love's tongue. He groaned and closed
his eyes, loving the taste and the texture of the little round lollipop in
his mouth.
"Damn, boy,"
crooned a voice right over Love's shoulder, "I'll bet you'd moan just as
loud with something else in your mouth."
Love didn't
even open his eyes. He was enjoying his lollipop too much. He just held up
his hand and lifted his middle finger.
"Is that an
invitation, boy?"
Love opened
his eyes and looked across the table at Drea and Matt. He rolled his eyes
then plastered a sexy little smile on his face. Turning in his seat, he
peered up at the man standing beside his chair.
The tight
leather pants really did nothing for the man. Neither did the black leather
vest, which was the only covering the man had on the upper half of his body.
Love knew the man thought he was drop dead gorgeous but he didn't have a
tail or ears which put him at the bottom of Love's attraction list.
"I don't
know. Can you give me what I want?"
"The name is
Mick Red." The man palmed his crotch. "And I have more than enough to give
you exactly what you want."
Love
seriously doubted it. "Then show me your tail."
"My what?"
"No tail?"
Love pouted. "Ah, too bad. How about some ears then. Personally, I prefer
black furry ears but I suppose any type of cat ears would do."
A disgusted
look came over the man's less than handsome face. "Are you one of those guys
that like to fuck animals?"
"No, which is
why I won't be fucking you."
Satisfied
that he had said his peace, Love stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and
turned around in his seat. This guy, whoever he was, didn't hold any
interest for him. He liked dominant men but he liked ones that were
naturally dominant. Not ones that had to prove it to other people.
"You little
freak!"
Love had just
enough time to process the angry words before the man's hands landed on his
shoulder. Love cringed and yelped as he was yanked out of his seat. He
dropped his lollipop on the floor as he was tossed across the floor.
Love skidded
to a stop several feet away. He shook his head to clear it then pushed
himself up. His eyes widened when he looked back across the floor and saw
his friends attacking the man in leather. He chuckled when the man dropped
to his knees under the assault.
Go them!
Love checked
to make sure his ears were still perched on his head then jumped to his feet
and raced back across the room. He hopped onto the man's back and started
pulling on his hair. He had the deep satisfaction of hearing the man grunt
in pain right before someone grabbed his and tore him away.
"Hey!" Love
shouted.
"That’s
enough!" a rather large man shouted.
Love glared
up into the face of the big blond haired man that held him. He stuck out his
lower lip and pointing to the man on the floor. "He started it!"
"I don't care
who started it," the man growled as he set Love on his feet. "I'm stopping
it."
Love realized
that he had to crane his neck back to look up into the man's face. While
that wasn't unusual for him, he didn't like the way it made his ears start
to slip off his head. Love growled and kicked the man in the shin.
"Ouch!" the
man shouted as he grabbed his shin and started hopping around. "What the
hell did you do that for?"
"You made my
ears slip."
Duh!
"Ears? What
ears?"
Love glared.
He reached up and repositioned his ears on the top of his head. By the time
he was done, the man had stopped hoping, which was good because a man as big
as he was shouldn't be hopping. It just made him look odd. He was still
glaring at Love as he rubbed his shin, though.
"You're
fucking nuts."
Love stuck
his tongue out at the man. He wished he had his tail as he turned and
flounced away. It would have made his exit more memorable. As it was, Love
had to make do with swaying his hips enough to get a few whistles and one
smack on his ass as he walked out the front door.
Love realized
he had left the building without his friends the moment the door closed
behind him. He rolled his eyes, wishing he could gain control of his temper.
It was a battle he'd been fighting since he was in diapers. It was a losing
battle.
Love walked
over to the car he'd ridden in with his friends and leaned back against the
hood. He would have to wait until his friends come out of the bar before he
could leave. Matt had the keys. Worse yet, Matt had all his lollipops.
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