"Holy fuck," Ricky muttered as he watched the heart-shaped ass of his mate as she strutted away. No doubt. No mistake. The blonde cougar was his. He'd seen enough of his friends and family succumb to the mysterious mating force to know what all the symptoms in his body meant.
The lady with attitude would belong to him. Fucking awesome.
"Stop staring," growled the dog who shared the cell with him.
"Don't you talk to me like that," Ricky snarled, whipping around. "I'll stare if I like, considering it's only a matter of time before that ass is mine."
"Like hell. She's my mate, and you are not laying one stinking freakn' paw on her."
"Your mate?" Ricky laughed. "You must be mistaken, puppy. The cougar is mine."
"No."
"Yes."
"No." Stu shook his head. "Can't be. Not again."
"What do you mean not again? Not the first time your pathetic nose led you astray?" Ricky sneered.