Page 15 of Kitty Cat

“Someone pissed you off?” Clarissa asked, entering the shop while counting dollar bills.

The orders were paid online or over the phone, and Aisling transferred Clary’s salary by direct deposit, but her employee received plenty of tips with each delivery.

“Multiple someones,” she replied, although it was perhaps a white lie.

While having a pride around pushed her buttons, it was Rygan and his damn tongue that she wanted to eviscerate for denying her a damn orgasm.

Okay, so she had been totally dumb to ask for it in the first place, but the man was downright cruel. She’d tried to get off at least five times after leaving him in the kitchen, without success. Her usually satisfying vibrator felt utterly inadequate compared to the smooth, thick, long cock he’d teased her with.

She bared her teeth, and squeezed her icing bag so hard the cupcake was drowned three inches of blueberry frosting.

“I’ll have this one, thank you,” Clary said, snatching the cake, and licking it with obvious glee. “So,” she asked in between mouthfuls, “has your mood got anything to do with the bunch of hunks we’ve seen in town? People say they’re shifters.”

She grunted in response, but Clary wouldn’t let it go.

“Do you know them?”

“I know one of them,” she replied.

Aisling wasn’t used to sharing; but somehow, one second she was looking in the baby blue eyes of her pretty assistant, and the next, she was spilling her guts. “This stays between us?”

Clary beamed at her, and like they were twelve, rather than twenty-four and twenty-eight, she extended her hand and curved her little finger.

“Pinky swear.”

Ace stared at the finger like it might bite her.

“I do not pinky swear.”

“You will if you want me to keep my mouth shut.”

She could have just pointed out that she was happy to keep her affairs to herself, but Ace just shook her head, before briefly entangling her finger with Clary, taking it back as quickly as she could.

“This never happened,” she grumbled. Her reputation would take a hit if it ever got out. “Anyway, the Beta is my baby brother. The pride is getting targeted by wolves and he figured they could lie low here for a while.”

Although she’d been put out when he’d first turned up, Aisling wasn’t exactly pissed at Daunte, or surprised for that matter. She and her cat felt that it was perfectly natural that, in a time of danger, he’d turned to her. She wouldn’t want it otherwise anyway.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Ace shrugged. She never talked about Daunte - or the rest of her family.

It wasn’t like she had any reason to want to hide them, directly - the issue was that everyone knew about Daunte’s older sibling.

Tales about her were still a popular after dinner conversation in most prides. She felt no shame about any of the facts they knew about her; but being the subject of so much talk just pissed her off.

Still, Aisling was annoyed, and not only for the reasons she’d given her brother when he’d cornered her a couple of days back. Daunte had come with a complication that was unexpected and unappreciated. A delectable six foot four complication that made her cat bat her lashes like the slutty pussy she was.

She growled, and the currently cranky animal inside her snapped at her.

She didn’t think they’d ever disagreed as much as they did now. Aisling wanted Daunte’s pride out of her house as soon as possible. Her cat wanted to crawl to her brother’s Alpha and jump on his cock. Repetitively.

She wanted kitties - always had - but normally, she agreed with Aisling that no male was worth their time. That Alpha…

The slutty cat liked Rye, and it all came down to dominance.

Dominance was partially a genetic thing, and partially some Freudian shit that wasn’t quite understood. No one was born dominant, just like no human was born overweight; some had a faster or a slower metabolism but ultimately, it came down to the individual’s choices. Sometime around puberty, their dominance level was set for good and they learned to use it.

Submissives could use their vibes to diffuse situations - the most powerful ones - the Omegas - were able to stop pissed off dominants in the middle of a conflict, calming them down. The strongest dominants had the ability to force obedience. All in all, both extremes could be dangerous.

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