Page 38 of Perfectly Leashed
Luca nuzzled his neck, kissing a path along Darcy’s jaw. “Mine.”
This time when Luca said the word, it was more like a soft purr. Darcy was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
With a hiss, Luca eased out of Darcy’s ass then spooned behind him, giving a big yawn as he pulled him close.
“So, are we bonded now?”
“Yes.” His arms tightened around Darcy, as though Luca was afraid he would get up from the bed. “You are mine now, mi elegido.”
Darcy touched where Luca had bitten him and hissed. The spot was tender, and as crazy as it was, when his fingers glided over the mark, his cock twitched like it wanted to come back to life.
This day had been completely insane, but Darcy didn’t regret what he’d just done. If anything, being claimed by Luca had only made Darcy feel even more free.
Even more confident to take on the world. He burrowed deeper under his dog whisperer, sighing in contentment as he dozed off to sleep.
Chapter Ten
“No you don’t.” Darcy forced his arm to relax, then tried the clicking noise, but Atlas was determined to get to the squirrel. “If you rodents weren’t such menaces, my mornings would go a lot smoother!”
Darcy stood there, refusing to move until the Great Dane settled down.
“I got laid,” he huffed at Atlas, then said to Princess Consuela, “Cover your ears, sweetie. You’re not allowed to hear this. It’s guy talk.”
Meatball barked.
“Don’t yell at me. I was being considerate of your girlfriend’s sensibilities. But as I was saying, the wolf claimed me. Which means you four have to listen to me now.”
Jimbo turned in circles then graced the tree lawn with a squat.
Darcy rolled his eyes, pulling out a potty bag. “You could’ve just flipped me off,” he grumbled.
What did Jimbo’s pet parents feed the poor guy?
His jaw dropped when Meatball decided to get frisky with the sausage dog. “No!” Darcy shooed him away. “Since when have you two become that serious?” Jeez. It was as if his night with Luca somehow inspired Meatball’s romantic ambitions. “You guys are starting a full rebellion on me!”
“They’re just doing what comes naturally.”
Darcy glanced at the stranger to his right just as Meatball, Atlas, and Jimbo growled. Princess Consuela darted between Darcy’s legs, trembling.
This guy couldn’t be human. Not from their reaction. Darcy gripped their leashes tighter, trying to take a step back with Consuela cowering at his feet.
“Thanks for advice.” Darcy bent down to disentangle Princess Consuela’s leash from her paws, and as he did, he noticed a small pool of yellow liquid glistening on the sidewalk. The red flags in his head weren’t just waving. They were having a whole parade.
Carefully, he unraveled her leash, ready to get away from the stranger. But when he turned left, he spotted another guy standing there with a look that dared Darcy to try.
Heart hammering, his gaze darted uneasily between the two strangers now flanking him. He wished like hell Luca was there, but his work had backed up while he recovered. His elegido was probably under a car right now, listening to whatever was playing on the radio while Darcy stood there wondering how to get out of this.
The trio of dogs maintained their low growls, but Darcy could see them trembling.
“What do you want?” He tightened his hold on the leashes. Not because he was afraid they’d attack. Darcy was scared they would take off. Or maybe they would attack, only to get hurt trying to protect him.
“Oh, just out for a morning stroll,” the first guy replied. The smile that stretched across his face wasn’t comforting. It was razor-edged and cold.
The dogs pressed closer to Darcy, their bodies forming a protective semicircle.
The second man stepped closer, his hands casually tucked into his jacket pockets. “Nice dogs you got there. Real protective.” His voice carried a subtle threat that made Darcy’s skin crawl.
“Yeah, well, they’re good judges of character.” Darcy’s voice came out steadier than he felt. The new confidence he’d discovered yesterday was still there, simmering beneath the surface despite his fear.
