by Sarah Marsh
That had Roan narrowing his eyes back at Grae and Ash.
“If they’re so great how come Talia doesn’t have one of these pets?” he asked.
“Talia has all the animal in her life she can handle,” Grae answered with a swat to his wife’s ass and a waggle of his eyebrows that had her rolling her eyes dramatically in return.
“All right, you two animals, let’s get out of here. We’ll see you guys soon.” With that she gave Eve a big hug, and the three of them made their way back to their own rooms.
* * * *
“So will you let me keep Mr. Pudds?” Eve asked Roan as she trailed her finger down his chest slowly once the four of them were finally alone.
“Who the hell is Mr. Pudds?” he asked as he started to undo the clasps on her dress while Kham and Kai dressed down the bed.
Eve sighed dramatically. Was he deliberately being obtuse or had she waited too long to ask him, and had all the blood already left his brain?
“My kitten!” she said, reaching down and pulling up the purring striped ball of fuzz.
She almost laughed at the downright disgusted look on his face, and she knew it was due to the name, not the kitten. No one could resist that fuzz.
“Only if you pick a different name,” he said, looking pleased with himself as if he’d just won some sort or negotiation. Hah. Men.
“Okay, how about Loki? It is the name of an ancient god in one of the legends from my planet, and I think it will fit,” she suggested.
“Loki it is, love. Now come to bed,” Kham said as he tugged off the rest of her dress and left it in a puddle on the floor.
“Indeed, and leave Loki there. This bed only has room for one pussy, baby, and I want yours up here on my face,” Roan said as he stretched out on his back on the bed.
“My oh my, you say the sweetest things, my husband,” she said wryly as she made her way up his torso.
Kai was leaning over beside the bed, getting what looked like to be some sort of surprise when they heard this god-awful sound.
“Mrreeeooowww!”
“Mother of Gods my ass!” Kai yelled out as he jumped up and turned around.
Poor little Loki was attached to his lower back, trying to climb his way up onto the bed, and when Kai flung around he went shooting out into the pile of clothing in the corner of the room.
“Uh-oh, looks like Loki’s up to his tricks already. Maybe we should’ve named him something else…”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own. Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. She loves to garden and grow things and has a weakness for animals of any kind; she’s also a sucker for a happy ending.
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