“I’m still mad at you,” I said.

“Are you really?” He asked with a broad smile. “I thought you liked dangerous men and I’m the most dangerous there is,” he taunted, winking a glowing eye. I lifted my chin and looked down at him with an unimpressive look. His gaze drifted to and lingered on the green around my face and shoulders, an eyebrow raising.

Well, this game wasn’t fun anymore. I scoffed and walked away, going to my other closet to find some actual clothes.

I peeled open the door but before I could turn the light on, Puca was suddenly on me from behind. He crashed us into the closet, making me gasp in shock. Claws gripped my hips and his hard cock rubbed against my ass through his pants. He pushed me into the closet further, a dark cave of soft fabrics that brushed my face. Before I could fall over, my hands flew up and caught on a clothes pole, gripping it in between hangers.

“You keep teasing me,” he growled, sending goosebumps up my back. I felt fur brush my back while claws still gripped my hips, pulling me against him. Something massive was holding me, I realized. He was large, furred, and monstrous in the dark recesses of my closet.

“I’m done being treated like a pet,” he snarled in an Irish accent.

“You’re the one playing the pet, Puca,” I snapped, turning my head to look behind me. I saw the dark shadow of curled horns, a long canine-like snout with a tongue running up its side, and long, hare-like ears. It was hard to make him out in the dark, the hodgepodge of his features that shouldn’t match but somehow did. His eyes were bigger than normal, still glowing strong and looking wilder than ever.

I swallowed and tried not to react but my fingers shook as I gripped the pole. He took notice because he took notice of everything with me. He reached up and wrapped a clawed hand over mine, feeling how they shivered.

“I’ll be your pet, Lacey. I’ll be anything you want.”

“What, all I have to do is accept you?” I asked with a snort, sounding more confident than I was. The beast was huge, as big as Dullahan but so much more threatening with its inhumanity.

“No, you don’t have to accept me,” he said. “You don’t get a choice.” I shuddered and then he pushed me deeper into the closet. My fingers tried to cling to the pole, causing hangers to twist and fall to the ground. I lost my grip and found myself pushed on a pile of fabric in the dark, choking on silk as I heard the sound of hooves striking the floor. I pulled a scarf from my eyes and there he was: Puca.

He loomed in front of me, standing as tall as Dullahan, maybe even taller. The light from my room outlined the creature. He was as dark as shadows, horns twisting atop his head with long ears. He stood like a satyr, with two hooved legs shaped like a goat’s.