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respect me. They -- The blackness closes in on me, the human weak and hurt and not healing fast enough to save herself.
    The beagle springs free, my body shrinking in size, shifting into the beast I am. It is too late, as I’m shrouded in the darkness of death, but if I’m in doggy heaven, why can I hear the humans talking?
    The soft fabric of my robes are pulled away from me, and I blink up at Wright. Other officers crowd around us, silly expressions on their normally taciturn faces.
    “Awww… she’s adorable,” the one Wright calls Sarge croons, scratching me under my chin.
    I’m not adorable . I yip at him, wagging my tail so I don’t scare him. I’m a wild animal. I try to lift my front right paw, but the skin is tight and pain shoots through my little body.
    “Come here, puppy.” Wright carefully gathers me in his arms.
    Mate ! A zing of excitement breaks through my pain. I wag my tail with renewed enthusiasm, telling my mate how happy I am to see him with a series of short, blunt barks.
    “Ahhh… Sadie.” Wright chuckles, and I lick his open mouth, my actions drawing a round of “fuck no’s” from the surrounding cops.
    Wright doesn’t care. “I love you so much.” He rubs his nose against mine.
    “Damn it, Wright,” Drake rumbles, and I growl at him because no one speaks to my mate like that. “I didn’t come here on my day off to hear you sweet talk a fuckin’ dog.”
    “Says a guy who’s fucking a bunny,” Wright grumbles. He looks unhappy and worried, while I’m so very, very, very happy, so I lick his face some more, and his smile returns. “You deserve sweet talking, Sadie. You are such a good puppy.” He kisses me right on the muzzle.
    Mate ! I squirm with happiness. I’m alive, and I have my mate. The only thing that would make this day better is if my mate had a ball. Ball ? I ask with a bark, tilting my head in clear question.
    Wright laughs.
     

 
     
     
    08 Wright’s Blog
     
    I enter my judge’s chambers with as much discretion as I can muster, not that our relationship remains a secret as the media has latched onto our romance, but being discreet makes Sadie happy so I do it.
    She looks up -- sitting behind her big wooden desk -- and she smiles. “I was hoping you’d finish on time.”
    The lusty glint in her big brown eyes tells me what I’m on time for. “You’re doing a great job, Officer.” She praises me, standing and smoothing down her black robes. “I’ve seen a marked improvement in Jones’s frisking.” Not being able to protect Sadie 24/7 like I wish, having cop shit to do, I’ve been training the security guards.
    “He’s been frisking you?” I think of the handsome security guard’s hands on my Sadie, and a growl escapes my lips.
    “Most thoroughly.” She sweeps her fingernails over my chest, circling my badge. “I told him he could practice on me.”
    “Hell no. You’ll untell him.” I flip her around so she faces the wall. “No one frisks you but me.” I place her hands flat on the drywall, and nudge her feet apart, widening her stance. She arches her back, sticking her ass out in a clear invitation.
    “No one gets to see what is under your robes.” I slide my hand into the folds of black fabric, and touch bare skin. Holy hell . Her Honor is naked under her robe. My cock presses against my zipper, eager to bring my wayward judge to order.
    “So he shouldn’t have patted down my breasts?” She looks over her shoulder, her expression playful.
    If I thought she was serious, I’d kill Jones, or at the very least, have him reassigned to the next continent. “These are mine.” I cup her breasts, squeezing them, loving them. Sadie has a shifter’s healing abilities, and the scars from her encounter with Poe are fading, thank God. I just about lost my fucking mind seeing her in his burning grip. I would have never shot the bastard if I’d known he’d hold onto Sadie.
    Sadie’s nipples pebble, and I capture them between my thumbs