by Jaide Fox
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Braeden.”
“My name is Kimber. Do you not know the wolf and ursine clans have made peace? Is that why you feel safe in threatening me?”
He was outraged! He frowned. “I’ve done no such thing. I would never harm a woman, even a she-wolf like you,” he sneered.
“Coming in here yelling at me to leave—I view that as a threat. Who do you think you are puffing your chest up at me?”
She had a talent for getting his ire up almost at once. “I’ve been wintering in this cave for years.”
Kimber narrowed her eyes and remained silent.
The thought that he could just pick her up and pitch her out the opening occurred to him, but more likely she would only change to a wolf the moment he stepped closer and cause him bodily harm before he was forced to retreat or do the unthinkable—hurt her defending himself. It was the truth that he’d never hurt a woman before in his life, and he wasn’t about to start with her. Reluctantly, he realized they were at an impasse which led him to something his mama had taught him many years ago when dealing with his older brothers—sometimes the only way to get peace is to let the meaner of the argument have their way. At least until he could figure out a way around them. “I tell you what, you can stay here for the night and leave in the morning. I won’t throw you out into the cold. It’s too late in the day for that.”
She put her hands on her hips. He noticed it made her breasts sit higher and her dark nipples winked at him—in his mind, that is. The fluffy, black wool skin covering his groin was his only protection from her noticing the raging hard cock that seemed out for blood. Bastard serpent with a mind of his own! Braeden shifted on his feet, waiting for her answer and subconsciously giving his groin a massaging pinch to cut off the blood flow.
“That won’t work for me. I’m staying here until the spring,” she finally said.
Anger and outraged bubbled up inside him again. “The hell you are!”
“The hell I’m not!”
