Page 23 of Training my Human

“How could I not when she started purring? Anyhow, I guess you could say it was love at first sight. Princess wouldn’t leave me and so I paid a fortune to take her home.”

“I thought the animal shelter had reasonable prices for their strays.”

“Not on a purebred rescued from a kitten mill. She was the only one of her litter to survive. Apparently, the home they took her from was a cesspool.”

Hearing his story, I couldn’t help but murmur, “You’re a big softie.”

“For some things, yeah.”

“What would you do about Abaddon in my position?”

“I know the animal nuts would scream that you have to hand him over so he can be properly studied and taken care of. But me? I’d keep him.”

“I want to, but you’ve seen my place. It’s a shoebox.”

“Yeah, you might need to upgrade your living space. And quick, too, from the sounds of it.”

“I’ve been wanting to build. I mean, I already own the land, but only have a fraction saved to get started.”

“Bank won’t give you a loan?”

“I’d rather not have that stress,” I admitted. “Granny always called them bottom feeders and advised me to pay cash for as much as possible.”

“Paying for a house with cash isn’t really feasible.”

“I know.” My nose wrinkled. “Old habit and maybe just a tiny fear of committing to something so big and expensive.”

“I feel that. Buying this place was a leap of faith. Luckily, it’s been panning out so far.”

“A good thing, or we wouldn’t have met,” I murmured, turning in his lap to face him.

His hand rose to brush a strand of hair from my face. “That would have been a tragedy.”

“Oh, why?”

“Because then I wouldn’t be doing this.”

He leaned in and kissed me, a soft press of lips that still managed to ignite my libido. My mouth slid over his, teasing and tasting. My fingers raked the hair at the back of his head as I held him close. He gripped my thigh, squeezing it, making me tingle. I shifted on his lap so I straddled him, wanting to press my core against the hard bulge at his groin. The friction even with the clothes between us stole my breath.

Who knows what might have happened if we’d been interrupted by yowling and crashing through the open roof hatch.

We descended the ladder to find a mess caused by my dragon.

ChapterEight

I staredin horror at the destruction. “What the fuck?”

The living room had gone from tidy to looking as if a tornado had ripped through. The coffee table was tipped over, along with everything on it. Cushions from the couch lay strewn all over the floor.

Abaddon pointed. “She started it.”

She being the cat currently perched atop a bookcase, hissing down at my pet.

“Princess! Are you okay?” Maddox strode for her, his expression and body tight with concern.

The cat yowled and leaped for him, apparently something she’d done before since Maddox easily caught her and held her close.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Abaddon insisted. “She’s evil.”

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