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My fingers were still wrappedaround Jesse's collar, so I yanked on it at the same time that I tackled him. We hit the asphalt road hard, rolling a couple times.
Jesse stopped fighting the moment we collided with the ground, but his chest was heaving and I'd never seen his creepy red eyes so furious.
When we stopped rolling, I groaned. I was on top of him, sprawled out with my poor limbs scratched and bleeding.
"Are you okay?" the hot nerd asked, crouching beside me.
"Peachy." I winced as I climbed off Jesse's furry body.
My life had become so much more painful since I met those freakin’ werewolves.
The hot nerd reached for me, to help me up, and Jesse lunged toward him again.
"Dammit, Jesse!" I grabbed his collar again, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on with every ounce of muscle I had. "Leave the nice man alone." I shot the hottie a desperate look. "I'm so sorry."
"Are you sure you don't want me to call animal control?" he checked.
"I'm sure. Jesse's going to behave," I shot him a glare. "Right?"
He glared back at me.
I remembered Ford's warning... that as long as I didn't bring any guys home, Jesse was supposed to behave.
"I've got to get to class. I'll see you tonight." The guy gave me a tentative smile before walking away.
"I'm not going to sleep with him," I hissed at the wolf. "You're not dating me; we're not together. You're a freaking wolf. Back the hell off."
Jesse snarled at me, and then attacked.
Not with his teeth; I didn't think he'd bite me, regardless of what I did, until he wanted to change me.
He attacked me with his tongue.
He licked my face, and my neck, and my arms, and my clothes, and my legs. Even as I sputtered and tried to push him away, he kept licking me.
"I've got to go to class." I shoved at his face when he continued licking. "Stop it; I get that you think I'm yours."
"Your dog is so cute!" another girl exclaimed, kneeling beside me. “It's so sweet that he loves you so much."
I bit back a snort.
At least one of us thought so.
"Is he a wolfdog?" she asked.
Uh-oh. Girl knew her dogs.
"Yep. He's been through a lot of training though—even if it doesn't seem like it sometimes."
"That was just him being protective," the girl cooed at the wolf. "Isn't that right?"
He shot me a dark look.
I returned it with an identical, though human, expression.
"Well, I've got to go to class. My dog just sort of hangs out while I'm here, so feel free to hang on to him for a bit,” I said, trying to slip away.
