Filthy Wolf is out now! It features wolf shifter Marcus Bylund, who you met in Filthy Beast. It does stand alone, though. ❤
“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.
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.