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a sense of satisfaction at the solid thud of baked goods against furry flesh. When she ran out of biscuits, she threw the basket, followed by the stew tin. Her aim was off, and the tin hit Justice in the rear haunches.
    He bounced back, and the two wolves broke apart to circle each other, blood dripping from their jowls, their claws digging into the red dirt. Burton dragged his front right leg, the bullet hole deep in his shoulder, and his ribs showed through the gash on his side.
    Justice hadn’t emerged unscathed. The streak of red crossing his wolf chest scaring Diana. She had to stop the fight before he suffered additional damage. She glanced toward the lane entrance. Should she run for help? But who would help her? Justice was the sheriff.
    She had to help him, but how? On the dark ground, light reflected off the steel of Justice’s discarded guns. Diana lifted one of the revolvers and pointed it at the black wolf the way Justice had earlier, except her hands trembled badly, the gun barrel shaking. “Stop,” she yelled, and their canine faces turned her way, “or I’ll shoot.”
    Burton must have known it was a bluff, Diana having never held a gun before tonight, because he sprang toward her. She braced herself for the impact and her painful death, but that death never came. Justice connected with Burton midair. The black wolf was unprepared for the counterattack, his neck left exposed. Bones crunched, blood gushed out in a forceful arc, and his body dropped, twitching and kicking.
    The black wolf was dying. Diana stared. Justice had killed him. Burton’s body returned to human form, lying unmoving in the dirt.
    “Gun.” Justice, the man, held out his bloodstained hand. Dumbfounded and shocked by Burton’s violent end, aware that it could have easily been her new husband facedown in the lane, Diana gave Justice the revolver, and she jumped as he put two bullets into an already dead body. “Silver bullets. They’ll kill him faster,” he explained, his voice quiet.
    Had he not been dead? Diana cautiously stepped away from Burton. “I see.” She stared at Justice, only then noticing that he was naked, his body bronzed and muscular, red gashes over his hair-covered torso, blood covering his face. “Hold still.” After removing her gloves, she ripped a strip of clean pink silk off the bottom of her skirt. “You’re bleeding.” She dabbed at his wounds, his chest heaving under her fingertips. “But you’re healing quickly, too quickly.” She stared at him in wonder, the tears in his skin pulling together.
    “Wolf,” Justice mumbled, his gaze shifting away from hers.
    “I noticed.” She gave him a shy smile as she cleaned him. “I dreamed of you in wolf form also.”
    “Were ya afeared?” He shuffled his bare feet.
    “Sometimes, especially when you chased me, but most often I felt other emotions.” All of her dreams had been very sexual. “Once you were not quite a wolf and not quite a human. Your arms were longer and hairy.” She ran her hands over his biceps, marveling at his muscles. “You had claws and a tail, but you walked upright, not that you were walking. You were…” She paused, her face heating.
    “I was?” he prompted.
    “You were fucking me,” she whispered, borrowing the crude word Burton had used. Justice’s cock, a part of his body she was very much aware of, hardened, pointed out from his groin toward her, tempting her to touch him, to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft, and pump until he squirted hot cum. Her dirty talk aroused him, and as it made her own pussy clench, she continued with it. “You were larger, so big that I felt you here.” She touched her lower abdomen. “And you growled as you fucked me hard and wild and savagely.”
    “You wouldn’t a been liking that, you being a lady and all.” His voice was husky.
    “But I did,” she admitted, risking his judgment. She wouldn’t build their relationship upon a base of lies. “Your fucking excited