An Excerpt from Filthy Wolf

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Using his nose as his guide, Marcus followed the boundary. After he’d walked a few yards, he saw Jessica stomping along the edge.

“Jessica,” he called.

She turned around, flipped him off, then turned again and continued on her way.

No longer panicked at her absence, he laughed. It was part relief, part exasperation. He couldn’t sense anyone else nearby, although if she kept walking, eventually she’d reach the dump and all the shifters who lived around it.

“Hey, stop,” he said.

She shook her head and grumbled something to herself. It sounded like “bossy pants butt smear,” but that couldn’t be right, could it?

Walking faster after her, he said, “If you don’t come back to the trailer right the hell now, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.”

“Ha,” she said, kicking a pine cone from her path. “I dare you to try.”

His inner wolf liked the challenge in her voice, the feistiness. He caught up with her in two seconds and she gave a little squeak when he caught her in his arms and lifted her over his shoulder.

“What—the hell—are you doing?” she gasped.

“You dared me to try throwing you over my shoulder to take you back to the trailer. So here I am.”

“I have never met a person more aggravating than you,” she spat.

“Yes, well, the feeling’s mutual,” he grumbled, resting his hand on her backside to keep her from squirming free. He rather liked her slung over his shoulder like this.

“You are a terrible, awful man. And when I get free, I’m going to pick you up and…and then I’ll throw you in the lake.”

He abruptly switched course. “The lake. That’s a great idea.”

“Wait, what? No!”

She spun around awkwardly to get a view of where he was taking them.

“Can you swim?” he asked.

“No. I sink like a stone.”

It was a lie, and he laughed.

“Marcus, I was just kidding,” she said desperately. “I’d never throw you in the lake. I wouldn’t even be able to, remember? Frail human woman, no muscles, no speed. How could I even try? Besides, I like you. You’re really quite nice and your ass is tight. I bet you could bounce a quarter off it. Maybe we should try that, right now? I think there’s a quarter in my backpack.”

The lake was in view and her scrambling—and panicked reasoning—increased. He grinned to himself. This was the most fun he’d had in…well, since he couldn’t remember.

“Marcus,” she said sweetly, “I’ll be your best friend…”

He waded into the water, not caring about his shoes and jeans getting wet. They’d dry in the afternoon heat.

“I make a great friend,” she said. “I have half a bottle of tequila. I’ll give it to you, my new best friend.”

“I’m not interested in your tequila,” he said.

“Then what?”

He wasn’t about to answer that question, because what he was interested in was her naked body, writhing beneath his, her beautiful lips parted while she was in the throes of an orgasm.

Once he was in water up to his thighs, he stopped.

“Marcus, don’t do this, I swear, I’ll—”

Her words ended in a shriek as she flew through the air and landed in the water.