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Authors: Heather C. Myers
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it out of her apartment complex did he realize he didn't want to carry her back to the mansion. It took him two hours, and even as a werewolf – an Alpha – it required some effort. With her struggling, it would no doubt take longer. Though she had a fair amount of curves on her petite frame, she was relatively easy to carry, and he had no problem crossing the street, despite her fists pounding on one side of his back and her feet kicking at his chest.
She was strong, he realized, even though her blows barely registered. Stronger than he had originally gave her credit for.
She would make a good wife .
The thought traveled into his mind without Marcus's permission, and he immediate ly banished it. Yes, Marcus could admit that strength was a very admirable quality, especially when it came to finding his potential mate. But that did not mean he was going to marry her, or even wanted to.
He glanced back and forth between the empty streets, trying to figure out what he should do at that moment, while simultaneously trying to ignore Bridgette's struggles. A couple of cars littered the street. He supposed he could just steal one of thos e, and have a member of his pack return it sometime tomorrow. In fact, that was probably his best bet. Now Marcus turned, his eyes crisp, trying to figure out just which vehicle to take…
The pounding Bridgette was attempting to inflict on him caused his thoughts to lapse temporarily. An annoyed frown touched his lips and he looked at her form sprawled out over his shoulder, continuing trying to physicall y dissuade him in hopes he might react favorably towards her. Ha. That was a laugh. Idly, he wondered just how tired she was. Being asleep and having such an erotic dream probably would have worn out anybody else, even a few males he knew. However, she still persisted, consistently hitting him and kicking him. He had to give it to her. She was quite stubborn.
"You might as well just stop," he told her flatly, and due to the natural tone of his voice, it came out rougher than he intended.
"I'm wearing you out, hmm?" Bridgette asked in a strained voice, as though she was focusing all of her energies on this one particular task. "I knew I would, sooner or later."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Hardly," he told her. He returned his eyes to the road, resuming his search. "I just thought I should tell you so you don't wear yourself out because there's no way in hell I'm carrying you into the house if you fall asleep on the ride to the mansion."
"Maybe you should recall the fact that I don't want to go to your home or whatever it is," Bridgette said, temporarily stopping her ministrations so she could yell at him. "But no. You wolves are all the same. You come here and then toss me over your shoulder like you're some caveman and I'm your property or some shit like that, and don't even bother to ask what I want."
"I don't particularly care what you want," Marcus growled, shifting her weight on his shoulder so it was more comfortable.
"Why am I not surprised?" Bridgette said; her voice softer than earlier.
Marcus' sharp hearing picked up a subtle tone of sadness laced in her voice, but he chose to ignore it. Guilt started to prickle at his insides, and he forced it away. He had a mission to carry out, and couldn't be distracted because the woman wasn't satisfied with the way things turned out. It wasn’t like he was jumping up and down with joy at the situation either.
" Did you think of how you’re even going to take me back to your place?" Bridgette asked, trying to get comfortable. She didn't like when her body was in limbo and too much blood was rushing into certain places while leaving other places all tingly and empty. "It doesn't appear to me that you have a car, Comrade. What now?"
Though she had meant to be insulting, M arcus perked his ears, suddenly inspired by the woman. "I don't," he told her, and then tilted his head slightly so they locked eyes. "But you do."
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Bridgette was
She was strong, he realized, even though her blows barely registered. Stronger than he had originally gave her credit for.
She would make a good wife .
The thought traveled into his mind without Marcus's permission, and he immediate ly banished it. Yes, Marcus could admit that strength was a very admirable quality, especially when it came to finding his potential mate. But that did not mean he was going to marry her, or even wanted to.
He glanced back and forth between the empty streets, trying to figure out what he should do at that moment, while simultaneously trying to ignore Bridgette's struggles. A couple of cars littered the street. He supposed he could just steal one of thos e, and have a member of his pack return it sometime tomorrow. In fact, that was probably his best bet. Now Marcus turned, his eyes crisp, trying to figure out just which vehicle to take…
The pounding Bridgette was attempting to inflict on him caused his thoughts to lapse temporarily. An annoyed frown touched his lips and he looked at her form sprawled out over his shoulder, continuing trying to physicall y dissuade him in hopes he might react favorably towards her. Ha. That was a laugh. Idly, he wondered just how tired she was. Being asleep and having such an erotic dream probably would have worn out anybody else, even a few males he knew. However, she still persisted, consistently hitting him and kicking him. He had to give it to her. She was quite stubborn.
"You might as well just stop," he told her flatly, and due to the natural tone of his voice, it came out rougher than he intended.
"I'm wearing you out, hmm?" Bridgette asked in a strained voice, as though she was focusing all of her energies on this one particular task. "I knew I would, sooner or later."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Hardly," he told her. He returned his eyes to the road, resuming his search. "I just thought I should tell you so you don't wear yourself out because there's no way in hell I'm carrying you into the house if you fall asleep on the ride to the mansion."
"Maybe you should recall the fact that I don't want to go to your home or whatever it is," Bridgette said, temporarily stopping her ministrations so she could yell at him. "But no. You wolves are all the same. You come here and then toss me over your shoulder like you're some caveman and I'm your property or some shit like that, and don't even bother to ask what I want."
"I don't particularly care what you want," Marcus growled, shifting her weight on his shoulder so it was more comfortable.
"Why am I not surprised?" Bridgette said; her voice softer than earlier.
Marcus' sharp hearing picked up a subtle tone of sadness laced in her voice, but he chose to ignore it. Guilt started to prickle at his insides, and he forced it away. He had a mission to carry out, and couldn't be distracted because the woman wasn't satisfied with the way things turned out. It wasn’t like he was jumping up and down with joy at the situation either.
" Did you think of how you’re even going to take me back to your place?" Bridgette asked, trying to get comfortable. She didn't like when her body was in limbo and too much blood was rushing into certain places while leaving other places all tingly and empty. "It doesn't appear to me that you have a car, Comrade. What now?"
Though she had meant to be insulting, M arcus perked his ears, suddenly inspired by the woman. "I don't," he told her, and then tilted his head slightly so they locked eyes. "But you do."
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Bridgette was
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