Lane chuckled low in his chest, but the sound wasn't entirely happy. With a final long lick to Spike's bent neck, he shifted back and lifted his foot off Spike's boot, only to use it to kick Spike's legs out from under him and shove him to the floor in one quick, efficient move.
Spike's body had barely hit the carpet before Lane's knee was digging into his back, both arms twisted behind him in a firm grip.
"Like it rough, Spike?" Lane asked, leaning down, putting pressure on the knee in Spike's back. "How rough do you like it?"