This year, with Vic’s leather fetish in mind, Matt had bought his lover a short whip with soft leather straps he thought Vic might like strummed across his backside. Nothing too hard, of course, but just enough to get the blood pumping. Unfortunately Sadie took offense to the whip the moment Vic pulled it free from its wrapping, barking at it and raising such a fuss neither of them could fathom. “Let her smell it,” Matt suggested, but when Vic held it out for her, Sadie backed away, hackles raised, a low growl deep in the back of her throat.
Though his telepathic ability didn’t work on animals, Vic could sometimes pick up emotions from them—nothing he recognized, unless the feelings were extreme. Now, a quick brush over Sadie’s thoughts left a disturbing taste in his mouth, a sense of fea
