“Can we step inside? I don’t make it a practice to stand out in public with my dick swinging in the wind.” “Thanks.” I used the hat to cover my jutting erection. She lowered the pistol and took my hat off with her right hand, then tossed it to me. Finally, she glanced down at my boner and her lips twitched. Standing there silently, she studied me with those fierce green eyes. And you should also know that I’m no danger to you. My cock had the unfortunate idea to get hard at the sight of my mate, such a beautiful badass in her fighter’s stance and my hat on her head. Her skin glistened with sweat and her hair, while pulled back mostly in a ponytail, was wild about her head. She looked sexy as hell in her little running shorts and snug tank top. “You’re not coming any closer until you tell me exactly what you are.” “Hold it right there.” She sighted me over her left arm. The gun in Natalie’s hand didn’t waver, and she didn’t look surprised to see me rise to my full height and stand there, buck naked, except for the tattered clothes hanging off my limbs. My wolf had made the choice all on its own. I’d planned to distract the damn bull, but when it got too close and my mate’s life was threatened, my wolf leapt to the surface without warning. I needed to show her who I was before she shot me. She was pointing a gun at me and knew damned well how to use it. I lowered my head and shifted back to human form-right there in broad daylight on Natalie’s porch-something that went against every pack rule. Having my mate point a gun at my chest was getting to be all too familiar.

Claiming Catherine by Vanessa Vale