Page 144 of M!lked For His Pleasure

The price for Cassandra was going higher and higher, and his nerves were getting tighter and tighter. The sassy little cow had caught a lot of attention, probably as much for her personality as for the sweetness of her milk, and Leo was starting to give him looks as if to ask how badly he really wanted her for Sweet Cream Farms.

More badly than he wanted to admit.

“We’re not going to be able to get a third cow if we keep bidding on Cassandra,” Leo murmured. His voice was devoid of emotion, completely bland. It wasn’t a judgment or direction, just a comment. Reminding Brandon, in case he’d forgotten.

He hadn’t.

Dammit.

It wasn’t like they needed a third cow, but they’d planned on buying three if they could. They had room for them. And Margaret, who they’d already purchased, was strictly for Leo. Though she’d be with the herd in the beginning, to help her acclimate to her new life and get into the proper mindset, andalso so he could test the waters with her, it was going to be hands-off for everyone else without his express permission.

If the other hucow they brought home was for Brandon… not that he planned on making Cassandra into a pet. A pet on Hathor was akin to being married. There were laws, codes of conduct to protect the hucows, and it was the only time a hucow could ever make demands of their owner. Demands Brandon had no intention of fulfilling.

He’d become a hucow owner because he liked tending to the herd, not settling in with one female.

But he still wanted Cassie.

“Keep bidding,” he said with a sigh. “She had the best milk. Better to have superior milk from one cow than to have two cows.”

Leo’s lips twitched at the excuse. It was true, though. She’d produced exceptionally good milk, the kind that private buyers would go nuts for. And it was incredibly illogical to feel a flash of possessiveness at the idea of a private buyer coveting her milk. Something about Cassandra had his emotions all mixed up. They needed to buy her if only so he could get her on the ranch and see her every day—eventually, the shine would wear off with constant exposure. It always did. But if someone else bought her, he’d probably be constantly thinking about her because it wouldn’t have the chance to fade.

Yes, on the ranch, where he could touch and fuck her whenever he wanted. She’d be his favorite cow for a while, which was hardly anything new, then eventually, a new favorite would come along. No big deal.

Leo pressed the button to put in another bid.

And the numbers kept going up, up, up…

They definitely weren’t going to be able to buy another cow.

He wasn’t able to breathe properly until the screen flashed the countdown numbers after Leo’s most recent bid. It meant everyone else was hesitating to put in another bid.

The flavor of her lingered in his mouth, as if he hadn’t tasted a single other hucow after her, even though he knew he had. His heart pounded in his chest. The countdown was almost complete. She was almost his.

Three.

Two.

One.

Cassandra now belonged to Sweet Cream Farms.

Brandon grinned. Victory tasted as sweet as her milk.

Cassandra

“But who bought me?”

“Hush.” The man leading her smacked her breast hard enough to sting, giving her a stern look. He wasn’t wearing the blue uniform of the auction house, so he could be her new owner, but somehow she didn’t think so. Maybe the hired hand of her new owner. He couldn’t have been much older than her, if he was at all, but he acted as if she was a naughty little girl.Or a naughty little hucow.Cassandra glared at him. As though it wasn’t bad enough she was being led around like a herd animal, no one was telling her anything. She wasn’t actually a cow, dammit, no matter how much milk her breasts had produced.

Her nipples still ached, and her pussy, and the discomfort made her testy. Which made her mouthy.

“It’s a simple question! Just answer me, and I’ll stop talking!” Really, that was the easiest solution.

Instead of giving in, the man came to a sudden halt. Rather than saying another word to her, he spun her toward the wall. Staggering a little, Cassandra put her hands out in front of her to keep from falling, which meant her palms ended up flat against the wall. He kept a hold on her hip, though, keeping her lower body in place, which meant her butt ended up sticking out.

Before she could even try to straighten up, his hand smacked against her ass.

“Ow!”

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