Free Choosing Riley: Sarafin Warriors Book 1 by S. E. Smith Page A

breasts.
    *.*.*
    Riley froze as she was putting her hair back
up into its messy ponytail when the whole room erupted into echoes
of low rumbling purrs. She turned startled baby blue eyes on the
three huge cat shifting males who had their eyes glued to her.
Three pairs of eyes, one a golden brown, one a very reddened
greenish color, and the other a dark, tawny color all stared at her
breasts as they thrust upwards as she wound the scrunchie around
the mass of curls she was holding.
    She rolled her eyes. “You have got to be
kidding me!” She muttered. “I swear to God all guys who aren’t gay
have a one track mind!”
    She quickly finished putting her hair up
trying not to turn as pink as the scrunchie as she watched their
eyes follow her breasts as they bounced up and down. She didn’t
care how much support the manufacture promised, when you were as
big as she was there was still going to be some bounce. She lowered
her eyes refusing to give into the desire to cross her arms
protectively in front of her. The only thing that did was push the
watermelons she carried around up. Instead, she clapped her hands
loudly.
    “Hello?” She snapped, shooting an evil eye at
Lodar and Tor. “It’s rude to stare!”
    Lodar cleared his throat as Vox turned to
glare at his two friends. “Yes, well…. I…. we…. They are
beautiful,” he finally choked out with a sheepish grin. “And very
difficult to miss.”
    “I wonder if they contain milk.” Tor asked,
unaware he asked the question out loud. “I would love to drink from
them if they did,” he sighed.
    Riley’s mouth dropped open as what Tor said
sank in. “Oh. My. God. You did not just say that,” she sputtered
before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. “Do they…. Oh my god,
that is priceless,” she continued to giggle, wiping the tears from
the corner of her eyes with the end of her shirt totally unaware
the movement pulled the cloth up exposing her creamy flesh
again.
    Vox’s loud roar ricocheted throughout the
small room as he tackled Tor. The force of his shoulder hitting his
chief engineer’s chest knocked both of them backwards through the
air several feet before they hit the hard floor and slid almost to
the far wall. Vox’s sharp teeth gripped Tor’s throat in a
stranglehold while his claws dug into Tor’s shoulders, pinning him
to the floor.
    “Bad kitty!” Riley shrieked out from behind
him. “Let him go! You are a very, very bad kitty. You let go of him
or I’ll neuter your ass. Vox, release him this instant. If you
don’t I swear I’ll go to the guards and tell them I need to borrow
their stun gun thingy. I mean it. I’m out the door in three, two,
one…..”
    Vox released Tor with a jerk and swung around
to face Riley so fast she stumbled backwards. Her heel caught on
the uneven flooring and she lost her balance, falling to the floor
heavily with a sharp cry. She rolled over into a ball as
excruciating pain exploded through her wrist as she tried to break
her fall. She landed on it hard. Riley bit her lip as she pulled
her left arm up against her, cradling it to her chest as she sobbed
in pain.
    “Riley?” Vox said hesitantly as he moved to
kneel next to her curled up figure. “Riley, I would never hurt
you,” he said gently as he tried to get her to look at him.
    Another soft, pain filled sob escaped Riley.
“My wrist,” she whispered. “It hurts so bad.”
    Vox turned his head, looking over his
shoulder. “Lodar,” he demanded hoarsely as worry engulfed him.
    Lodar nodded as he stood up from where he was
checking the puncture wounds on Tor’s neck and shoulders. They
would heal. They got worse when they were training or just
wrestling with each other. If Vox had been serious about killing
Tor, he would have ripped his throat out. The marks were just a
warning to Tor to be careful expressing his thoughts out loud. It
was obvious from the smell of Riley’s fear when she saw what had
happened that she didn’t realize that.