A Mate for Gideon(52)

“Yes”—Poke—“It”—Poke—“Is”—Poke—“I’m done”—Poke—“Waiting”—A really hard poke—“I’m about to seriously lose my patience.” She smiled, looking anything but happy. “You don’t want to see bitch Alex. Bitch Alex will tear you apart and laugh while doing it.”

“Do you seriously expect us to believe that you are Alexandra Stone?” Lazarus narrowed his eyes at the little female, noticing how her hair that a reddish tinge in the sun and how plump her…

“Eyes up here, buster. Trust a man to think of sex at a time like this…”

“I wasn’t thinking about sex…yet, I was checking out your—”

“Well stop, dammit. I will be forced to burn your eyes out with a hot poker if you put them on my boobs again. Do you hear me?” Without giving him a chance to respond, she dug into the really large bag on her shoulder and pulled out her identity document. “Look at this instead.” She waved it in front of him. “It clearly states that I am Alexandra.” She tapped her chest. Damn fine chest at that.

The guard let out an exasperated sigh. “It looks like she is who she says she is. Maybe she’s telling the truth.”

“Yeah.” Lazarus gave her the once over, keeping his eyes narrowed. Small, curvy with long blondish/reddish hair that cascaded down her back. It was wavy. He wondered if her fur patch would be colored the same. His cock twitched at the thought.

Not right now.

Fighting the urge to readjust his dick, he looked back up at her face. Her eyes were a bright blue, her lips a deep pink. There was a splatter of light orange freckles across her, cute, little nose. Her skin was pale. It was too soon to end the fun. “And maybe she’s just really good at talking bullshit. I don’t buy it. You thought you could come here dressed like that and think you would get away with it? That we would just let you right in?”

“Shorts and a t-shirt. What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” She raised her brows.

“Shorts that barely cover your plump ass and a tight shirt that showcases those.” He pointed at her mammary glands, feeling his dick twitch yet again.

“What did you just say?” She growled. An honest to god growl. From a human.

Lazarus ignored the urge to throw her over his shoulder and smirked at her instead. “Who’s deaf now? You can take your sexy ass back to the gate, human.”

“Human?” She shrieked. “Who’s your damned human? My ass and I aren’t going anywhere, thank you. I am Alexandra Stone. It says so right here. You are the one that’s deaf and an idiot.” She waved her ID document at him.

“That could be fake.” He didn’t know why he was goading her. Maybe because she looked so damned cute with her cheeks all flushed and her eyes blazing. He was really enjoying himself.

“Do you really think it’s fake?” The guard asked, but Lazarus ignored him.

“It’s not damn well fake.” She shouted at the guard before turning her stunning fury back on him. “Just because you have big muscles and can growl like a bear doesn’t mean that you can intimidate me.” She put her chest almost flush against his. Her breasts were so close that he could almost feel them. Her delicious scent enveloped him.

He felt alive and exhilarated for the first time in a long time. This was almost better than sparring. Who was he kidding? It was better. At least with this little firecracker it was. “It’s fake.” He growled, loving the snort of fury she produced.

“Fine,” the guard growled. “I will escort her out.” He gripped her elbow and pulled her along with him for a few strides.

Lazarus couldn’t help the deep rumble that erupted at the interruption. He wasn’t done playing with the human.

The female reacted instantly by yanking her arm away. When the male tried to grab her again, she smashed her elbow into his side. The guard made a grunting noise and lunged for her again, grabbing her against him with both his arms.

“Leave me”—she yelled—“alone!” She shouted, kicking. She nailed the guard on the shin. The male growled.

For whatever reason, Lazarus hated the male’s hands on her. Hated her sounds of distress even more.

“Let her go,” he snarled. When the male didn’t respond, he took ahold of his arm and yanked. “Let her fucking go,” an even louder snarl that had his chest vibrating.

“Would somebody be so kind as to tell me what the fuck is going on?” King Brant rounded the corner. Gideon was at his side. The male looked stoney faced.