The Wolf Fount by Gayla Drummond Page B

to get a bit rough with her, unless he wanted to temporarily lose one of his favorite body parts and bleed all over the place.
    Fine, have it your way . He tightened his grip on the scruff of her neck and lifted her until her front paws weren’t touching the bed. Morgan struggled, back legs kicking, her entire body twisting as she yelped in protest when he dropped his hand from her muzzle. “I know you’re pissed, and I’m not dumb enough to let go completely when a woman clearly wants to bite off my cock.”
    She tried to spit on him. It didn’t work in her wolf shape. Cal resisted the urge to shake her. Instead, he grabbed the tee’s back hem to pull it up. A quick transfer of hands, and he yanked the tee over her head before dropping it. “There. I should probably tell you that the longer you’re upset, the longer it’ll be before you can change back.”
    Her bright green eyes narrowed in response. Cal fought laughter, knowing if it were possible, smoke would be coming out of her ears. Morgan was that angry. Laughing at angry women had never ended well for him.
    Taking a few seconds to compose himself, he spoke in a calm, quiet voice. “I am the Fount. I can order you to stand down and you’ll have no choice. Or you can calm yourself. I’d rather you take the second option. I’ve never been fond of forcing my people to obey me.”
    He let his words sink in, studying her new form. Morgan was a pretty woman, but she’d become a stunning wolf. She was a silvery gray, with inky black points, and a line of black down her back. They’d look good together, light and dark, as he was solid black in wolf shape.
    Don’t be thinking that way . Cal lowered her until her front paws touched the bed, but kept his hold on her scruff. It wouldn’t be fair to Morgan, trying to make anything more of their current relationship. Assuming she’d be interested in anything more after this. The fact he’d even thought of it meant it was past time to introduce her to Thane and see what happened.
    Caught up in not getting bitten, and trying to decide what would be best for Morgan, at least short term, Cal only vaguely noted the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. He released her, taking a quick step back, and the door opened.
    Sebastian had arrived, along with Thane.
    Shit .

    R eleased, Morgan snarled. The door opened and a pale-skinned man stepped inside. He had the same color hair and eyes as Calhoun and resembled the bastard just enough to make it clear there was a family relationship.
    The newcomer smelled oddly musty, which raised her hackles and drew a growl from deep within. She didn’t even think, just acted. Two quick lunges, and Morgan was anticipating flesh in her jaws. Instead, she landed in the embrace of another man, a stranger as large as Calhoun, as he pushed the first man out of the way.
    The second new arrival looked into her eyes. His were a pale, golden brown, matching his hair. He didn’t say a word, just gazed at her as if he had all the time in the world. Not a hint of surprise; he acted as though it were perfectly normal for a wolf to jump into his arms.
    Morgan’s growl turned into a yelp as a large hand grabbed her by the scruff and yanked her free of the man’s arms.
    “One thing you need to know right now.” Calhoun’s face was in hers, his lips drawn back to bare his teeth, canines lowered, eyes orange and narrowed. “Is that you never, ever attack my nephew.”
    “I’m fine, uncle. You know it’s instinctive.”
    She was unceremoniously dropped to the floor and landed with a thump. Calhoun’s anger felt like a whip lash across her back. Morgan hated the way she cringed at his feet. There was even an urge to pee, but she fought it.
    She had made a huge mistake, and now everything had gone wrong. She was trapped in an unfamiliar shape, her belongings were out of reach, and she was surrounded by strangers. Morgan swallowed a whine, noting the door of the suite was still open. Before she