" Needless to say he had a newfound respect for that blind vampire.
There were very few things iAm hadn’t been able to move in his adult life.
He’d changed a tire while acting as his own tire iron.
Had been known to walk vats of sauce big as washing machines around a kitchen.
Hell, he’d even actually relocated a washer and dryer without thinking much about it.
And then he’d had to lift that truck off his brother about two years ago.
Another example of Trez’s love life getting out of control.
But down in the training center with Wrath?
There’d been no budging that fucker. The King had been bulldog-locked on—and the expression on his face? No emotion, not even a grimace of effort. And that body—viciously strong.
iAm shook his head as he crossed that apple tree in full bloom. Trying to budge Wrath had been like pulling on a boulder. Nothing moved; nothing gave.
That canine had gotten through, though. Thank God.
Now, ordinarily, iAm didn’t like animals in the house—and he definitely wasn’t a dog person. They were too big, too dependent, the shedding—too much. But he respected that golden whatever it was now—
Meeeeeeeeeeeerowwwwwwwwwwwwww.
“Fuck!”
Speak of the devil. As the queen’s black cat wound its way around his feet, he was forced to Michael Jackson it over the damn thing so he didn’t step on it.
“Damn it, cat!”
The feline followed him all the way into the kitchen, always with the in-and-out around the ankles—almost like it knew he’d been thinking benes about the dog and was establishing dominance.
Except cats couldn’t read minds, of course.
He stopped and glared at the thing. “What the hell do you want.”
Not really a question, as he didn’t care to give the feline an opening.
One black paw lifted and then . . . Next thing he knew, the g*dd*mn cat was leaping into his arms, rolling over onto its back . . . and purring like a Ferrari.
“Are you fucking kidding me,” he muttered.

-iAm & Boo "

― J.R. Ward , The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #12)