Page 88 of The Predator

Always back to him; he'd never let me stay there, drifting, without him.

He hums against my skin, his noises of pleasure almost animalistic as he laps at me.

And when he takes me over the edge of my orgasm, I scream out his name just the way he likes.When we are both satisfied, our clothes in piles around our bedroom, our bodies wrapped in a blanket on the floor, I roll to face him. "What was that?"

He mirrors my position and looks into my eyes. "What?"

"I thought I heard something. A shuffle, maybe?"

"Bel is probably around somewhere, and if you know Bel is here then Drew is also somewhere."

I shake my head and sit up, clutching the sheet to my front. "No, it was closer, like in the room? Could we have a mouse?"

He snorts. "We better not. I pay an exterminator a small fortune to maintain the properties. If we have a mouse then I’m getting a fucking refund. As you well know, my closet would take a hit."

My neck gets hot at the reminder of how he had to replace nearly his entire wardrobe after I took a knife to it.

There it is again. Another scuffle. I jerk my gaze towards the closet. "Is there someone in the closet?"

Fear spikes inside me, making warning bells go off in my mind. Almost like he senses it, Sebastian draws me into his arms. "Relax, Ely. It's nothing. A surprise, one second. I'll show you."

He peels himself out from under the covers on the floor, stands gloriously naked, and crosses the room to the closet. I don’t know what to accept so I remain laying there with baited breath. When he opens the door a streak of brown bolts out of the small room and right at me.

I’m only halfway to my feet when a heavy weight slams into my shins.

It's...a dog.

"You had a dog in the closet?”

He shuts the door and stands watching me as the puppy wiggles his little butt, his front paws up against my knees, his wet little nose gleams in the overhead light.

"Okay, what’s the catch? You hate dogs, so why is this little cutie in your possession?”

He settles back in our makeshift bed. "I don't hate dogs. Besides, you like them...and whatever you like I will learn to tolerate but I'm warning you, if he eats my shoes or pisses in the house he's going to be an outdoor dog."

I kneel down and tug the ball of curly brown fur into my lap. "You are so stinking cute!!. What's your name?"

Seb rests back on the pillows and watches us with a smile. "He doesn't have a name. I figured you could give him one.”

I cuddle him to my chest and let him lick my face. "I'll call him Osiris. That's a good name for a dog."

"Whatever you want Ely. I’m happy with whatever you choose.”

“Two firsts in one day. A baby and a puppy.” I whisper while I scratch the dog's long floppy ears.

"Wait, I have one more present for you."

I pick up the puppy by the belly and roll to face Sebastian. "I don't need presents, I've told you that before."

"But I enjoy giving them to you, so you'll take them and be happy about it."

I narrow my eyes. "That sounds an awful lot like an order..."

"Do I need to get back between your sexy thighs and make you see things my way?" He asks, pinning me with a look that says to test him.

A smile splits my lips before I can even try to school my features. "What is the present then?"

He reaches up under the bed and tugs out a stack of papers, then plops them right on my chest.