Page 24 of The Werewolf Cowboy

“I can transform into a wolf as well,” she protested.

He gave her a calm look. “You’re smaller than me, and I can run faster. We’ll get there sooner if you ride me.”

“I’ll break your back,” she protested.

“Naw. Not a lightweight like you,” he teased.

After he shifted, her eyes went wide. “You’re very big.”

He grinned, showing sharp rows of teeth. “In more ways than one, I reckon.”

She blinked. So Grayson could also speak in wolf form. She knew this deep, smoky voice.

“Come on, darling, climb on my back. I run faster than those ole Riders. They’re slow as Darius.”

The remark coaxed a smile to her face. He lay down, to make it easier for her to mount him.

I’ll be mounting you next, darling, and I’ll be the one giving you a hell of a ride. I’ll be riding your naked body until you scream and beg for more. Until your belly swells with my child. No one else will touch you or I’ll rip his damn throat out.

The dark thoughts raced through him, thickening his blood and causing his shaft to slide out. Grayson shook his head, trying to control the wild desire rushing through him. It was this form, and the animal instincts pawing at him, smelling fresh, untouched female, ripe for the taking. A woman he desired in the dark of night, a woman he wanted as his mate, to claim in the flesh and to bear his pups.

With all his control, he kept the lust at bay and focused on his surroundings. The desert stretched before them, acres of ash and sand. It would take half a day to cross.

I can do this.

I’ll keep her safe from the Night Riders.

But as he tore off through the clump of woods, sensing the Night Riders finally had caught Katy’s scent, he harbored doubts.

Katy would be safe from the Night Riders. He’d fight them to the death before letting them harm her.

But who would protect her once his wolf was fully unleashed, and ready to mate?