At the male's quiet words, Devlin chuckled and settled back into a leisurely sit. He matched the larger male's emotionless stare with a steady gleam of amusement.

But before the conversation could go much further, they were intruded upon by yet another stranger. Devlin fought to keep his hackles lowered -- he did so hate surprises -- and he turned his head to regard the newcomer with neutrality.

A female.

He felt a shiver of distaste roll over him, though he did not let it show. Females were something of a conundrum for Devlin; he loathed them for their fickle opinions and impossible whims, utterly convinced of the fact that females were far inferior to the stronger sex. On the other hand, he had instincts like any other male -- and even despite his hate, he could not help the flash of hungry desire which chased the wake of his disgust.

She irked him, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make for a good lay. When they were on their bellies, they all squealed the same...

"Chernobyl," Devlin repeated, raising his eyebrows. "How lovely of you to join us," he rumbled, matching her mocking sarcasm with a vicious jeer of his own.

Returning his steady gaze to the male, Devlin's grin broadened mercilessly. "Seems you're shit out of luck, today."

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D E V L ! N

MALE - 38" - 120 LBS - LONER