Friday, November 22, 2013

A Tasty Treat...

The lightly colored wolf crashed through the underbrush working overtime to once again corral the tasty bird.  Several hours work went down the tube when that ruler loving, butthead barreled on to the scene and started stalking her.

Damn this estrous!

Damn it not only for putting every male to her tail, but also for making her susceptible to the one male she was still peeved at, Editor Asshat.  Even now as she tried to re-reign in next Thursday’s dinner, all she really wanted to do is settle in, head to ground, ass in the air, and let him win—all over her, repeatedly and once more for good measure.

“Hell!”  Ziva swore once she shifted back to her human form, watching the bird get its unintended pardon.  “Looks like its ham for Thanksgiving.”

“They are much slower.”

A deep breath and several counts of ten later, Ziva turned to send a hairy eyeball towards her Asshat. 

“I would have had a succulent bird on the table if not for you.”

“But what I have in mind is way better than turkey.”

Of that she had no doubt.  He always got her to where she was going and beyond, yet still he tried to school her body’s reaction to the tight awesomeness that was his washboard abs with those pelvic muscles that made she’s stupid and the wide set of his shoulders.  The massive erection wasn’t shabby either.  Damn, here comes the drool.  “True, but do you have enough for my entire family?”

“Ah, well…”

With the bullshit hitting max overload and her heat wearing on her, Ziva threw up her arms and huffed. “You know what, screw the turkey.” 

“No…screw me, Z.”

Skin hit skin as they came at each other with a force of denied need.  Hands skimmed, fingers pinched and teeth bit—fast and furious was on the menu.  Ziva took a surprised Nick to the ground and proceeded to feast her way down to the entrée.  “This changes nothing between us and…I want noises from you,” she warned, before pulling him deep into her mouth.



Dang, where's a Thanksgiving blog hop when you need it!  Plus, I went with my second choice title...the first draft it was Don't Forget the Stuffing...too tacky or a perfect fit?  Hehe

Have a great weekend, everyone and stay warm!



Rebecca Gillan said...

Gobble gobble indead!

Serena Shay said...

lol...I'm thinking Ziva is all about the good eats! ;)

~Serena chuckles and goes back to writing code~

Savanna Kougar said...

Don't Forget the Stuffing... yep, lots of stuffing about to happen in that needy desiring way that is Ziva and Nick... but Nick owes her and her family a Thanksgiving dinner. ~smiles~

Serena Shay said...

Yep, he sure does owe them a dinner and it might go a long way to apologizing to Ziva. ;)

Pat C. said...

What, no eggnog?

Nick would take Ziva's family out for Thanksgiving only so he wouldn't have to spend the day with his step-relatives. Besides, isn't Ziva's family all female?

There's always the all-you-can-eat at Old Country Buffet down at the exit.

Savanna Kougar said...

Or, I bet there's some good eats at Rattigans or some of the eateries at the Pleasure Club.

Serena Shay said...

LOL...Yep, they are all female and being the family alpha and in heat...I wonder what's shaking with the other still fertile ladies in her family pack. OMG, picture it, Nick taking out not just one, but several women in Ziva's family unit who are in heat!

He would need some good karma/forgiveness points for that dinner.

Oh shoot...I may have my next weeks post. Chaos at the OCB ;D

Serena Shay said...

You're right, Savanna. Keep the Talbies in town. I bet someone is having a buffet that day! hehe

Savanna Kougar said...

Make Nick serve dinner and be around all those fertile ladies... that could be a just punishment... yep, good idea, keep the Talbies in town... I'm certain there are buffets, or at least one big buffet for all the wolves in town. Mayor Gil many not want to be around that buffet.