"I know it is your job to keep the town safe, of course, you are merely doing your job. But you have been putting that snout of yours in the wrong place. Maybe I should have bought a muzzle instead," There was smugness in that smooth voice.
'What?'
"No?" The younger man urged. "I am certain it will look good especially on you, though."
The older man refused to back down when the younger stepped into his personal space as he held back his tongue. The previous words finally registered in him. How had he forgotten?
This man was a pervert, a sick fuck that took pleasure and satisfaction-- one that fed on the sick sense of exhilaration in tormenting others. It wasn't like Lynn cared about his sexual preference, but among the Queen's private secretarial officers, Zion had the reputation for breaking countless Alpha's wills apart.
