Dalton, Tymber - Doggy Tales [Doggy Tales] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

front door.
    She jumped. “Listen, buddy, we’ll get along fine if you don’t go sticking your nose up my hind end.” Then she smiled.
    He looked up at her. We’d get along a helluva lot better if you’d let me do just that.
    His heart beat at an unsteady pace. Call Jeremy, yeah, that was what he had to do.
    Umm, why?
    Oh yeah. Work. He had to get to work.
    He followed her inside her condo. Tidy, not fancy, some moving boxes stacked in her living room.
    She rummaged in a kitchen cabinet and filled a bowl with water, knelt down onto the linoleum, and watched him drink.
    She ran her hands over his body. He closed his eyes and gulped, wishing she wouldn’t do that and praying she wouldn’t stop. As her hands approached his rump, he jumped when she brushed against his balls. It took every ounce of will he had not to shift and fuck her silly right there on her kitchen floor.
    Why’d she have to smell so damn good? Even with the last traces of bug spray she smelled right, smelled like—
    Mate.
    He looked at her.
    “You are a boy. I thought so. Hard to tell with all that fur.” She cradled his head again, staring into his eyes. Hers were green, as he’d suspected, a beautiful shade of jade green he could lose himself in.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, then broke down crying, throwing her arms around him, hugging him, burying her face in his fur.
    He rested his chin on her shoulder. How could he leave her? He wanted to curl up in her lap and stay with her and lick every tear off her sweet flesh.
    Mate.
    Now that the word had pierced his conscious he couldn’t get it out of his brain. Every beat of his heart hammered it home.
    Mate. My mate. My mate.
    He’d never felt like this before. This wasn’t wanting a piece of ass. This was deeper, in his blood. In his soul.
    When she sat back, he licked her face, whining. Jesus, I love you, Lindsey.
    She laughed. “I need to get a shower. Please don’t pee on anything, okay?” She petted his head and smiled. “We need to get you a collar and a nametag, but what am I going to call you?”
    “Fuck me harder” works fine for me, babe.
    “You’re not some stupid wussy dog. You need a good name, a strong name.” She braced her arms against him as she stood, wincing. “I’ll think about it. I think good in the shower.”
    I bet you look good in the shower, too.
    He curled up on the floor at the end of her bed and watched her strip. She threw the clothes away and stepped into the bathroom to start the water.
    Mouthwatering didn’t begin to express what her appearance did to him. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks as the cool air hit them. Perfect, natural breasts that would comfortably fit in his palms as his fingers brushed over her.
    He whined, his erection nearly painful.
    She smiled. “Sorry, puppy. That’s illegal. Hope it’s enough for you to know you’re the only man in my life. You don’t have to share me.” Lindsey walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
    Believe me, honey, I’m not sharing you. Not on your fucking life.
    Mate. My mate.
    He stared through the bathroom door then reality called. He stood and streaked into the living room. Checking to make sure he was out of view of the bathroom, he shifted and grabbed the phone and called Jeremy. A glance at the clock showed it was almost noon.
    He anxiously watched the bathroom door while Jeremy took his sweet fucking time answering his cell.
    “Ivan? Why the hell aren’t you back yet?”
    “Jer, shut the fuck up and listen. There’s been trouble.” Jeremy listened while Ivan detailed what happened.
    “Where are you?”
    He read off the address. “Temple Terrace.”
    “I’ll be there in twenty to sneak you out of there.”
    “No!”
    “What?”
    Ivan hesitated. “I want to stay.”
    “ What? Are you out of your freaking mind, Ivan?”
    Ivan closed his eyes and whispered the words. “I’ve found her.”
    “What do you…Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh. I need some time. I’m going to be