Free Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson

done couldn’t be undone.”
    “It matters,” Blister argued. “It matters a fucking lot. Losing your intended, Surge? Of course it matters. She’s the reason you laugh.”
    “Yeah, well I have a new reason now. It’s Tana. It’s Grace. And this time I’m laughing for real. Not because I’m fucked inside.” Surge dropped the screwdriver he’d been gripping so hard he was sure he had a permanent Stanley imprint on his palm. “Look, I supported all of you when crazy ass shit went down with your mates. If you can’t do the same for me, then what the hell is this? It isn’t a pack, that’s for damn sure.”
    He marched for the door, needing a good run. If his goddamn wolf could accept the cats, why couldn’t his brothers. Who knew he’d ever prefer the company of his eccentric animal to them.
    “Surge, wait,” Beast called after him.
    “No,” he growled, yanking the door open. “The cats are mine. Deal with it.”
    He pushed through the entrance, into the blaring sunlight, shifting without bothering to remove his clothes. His wolf let out a chortle and shook out his black and brindled fur. He bounded down the steps toward the woods, intent on working off some steam. He’d prefer to work it out with Tana, but running would have to make do until he could convince his kitty he was what she needed.
    And he would.
    She belonged with him after all.

Chapter Nine
     
    By the time Surge had run out his frustrations, the sun was setting, its golden fingers combing the trees as it said goodbye for the night. He watched it go as he walked back home, still on all fours.
    The wind blew and he raised his nose to scent it, expecting small game or fowl. What he got was something infinitely more delicious. Dangerous. Lethal.
    He doubled back, following the scent of danger. Hunting it. But danger was crafty. Behind him and then in front. Turning him in circles.
    Surge growled, bounding forward in the direction of his prey. The scent stopped just underneath a sturdy oak. He went nose to the ground again, searching the area near the tree.
    A loud snarl brought his attention upward.
    There she was. His kitty. Crouched high up on a branch, looking sleek and sexy in her shifter body. Her black fur shone in the fading light of day, and her eyes were the same bronze that stole his breath in human form.
    She was majestic.
    She hissed in warning before flexing her powerful legs and leaping to the ground. But she didn’t land on the forest floor. Instead, she pounced directly on Surge, rolling with him until he ended up on top.
    His throat rumbled with a satisfied growl as he pressed his snout against her neck, inhaling her slightly altered scent. He nipped her shoulder with his fangs and licked her face, ignoring the claws digging into his flank. Moving his tongue to her neck, he kept licking, calming her, showing her he was in control.
    She erupted in a purr, her throat rumbling deliciously against his tongue. The air around them changed slightly, and Tana shifted beneath him, coming back to her human body, but all Surge wanted was to keep smelling and tasting and feeling her. His mate. She had to be his. Soon .
    She gripped his fur. “Turn,” she rasped. “ Turn .”
    He pushed his animal back, shivering until his body was human again. Human and naked, pressed against her bare body, his length hardening between them.
    Oh damn, her skin was soft. Her breasts were firm and round, dark nipples grazing his chest.
    “What are you doing out here, kitty cat?”
    She shrugged one strong shoulder. “My animal needed some down time.” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyeing him. “I came home to see all of the baby stuff assembled and sitting pretty in Grace’s room, but you were nowhere to be found.”
    Huh. Those crazy bastards had finished the job without him. He’d check it all when he got back. Make sure it was safe.
    “They said I should come find you.”
    Surge stared at her lips while she spoke. “They did