Click here for the Kate Hill page. The Following excerpt from CARNAL OBEDIENCE is for readers 18 and over. Excerpt from Obedience by Kate Hill (m/m/f Werewolf) Available from Changeling Press. A movement caught her attention and she saw Temple, in wolf form, step into the rushing water. He ducked under. Panic gripped her then she saw him surface and wade toward shallow water to bathe. Aroused, she watched him cleanse his sleek body. Finally he stepped out of the water and shook off his pelt. Glancing upward, he fixed his gaze upon Jolie and her belly tightened. She didn't think he'd noticed her. He stepped back into the caves and she drew a deep breath, leaning against the rocks. His scent grew stronger and she knew he was approaching. With a racing pulse, she waited, tense though she wasn't sure why. Unlike Ransom, he made her feel uncertain. Yet in that uncertainty was a level of excitement she'd never experienced with anyone else. A moment later, Temple's arm slid around her waist and he pulled her snugly against his chest. "You surprised me, Jolie." He spoke in a low voice so close to her ear that his breath tickled her. "I thought you'd enjoy seeing me die." "You think too much of yourself," she sneered, trying to pull away from him, but he held her fast. His hand moved from her waist to gently caress her stomach. "You can't make up your mind about me, can you?" His words struck too close to home. She grasped his wrist hard, her nails biting into his flesh. He didn't seem to mind and continued stroking her. Actually his touch became shockingly gentle. He cupped her breast, stroking with tenderness she never would have expected from him. His thumb brushed over her nipple, making it stiffen beneath her shirt. "You seem to be feeling better," she said sarcastically. "Much, thanks to you and Ransom. I still want to know why you helped me." "I don't know." "Of course you do. Everyone knows the reasons behind their actions." Jolie resisted the urge to close her eyes. Damn he knew just how to touch her. Still she managed to focus her thoughts and ask, "Why did you try to protect me from that bullet? You could have just knocked Ransom out of the way." He growled, clearly not liking the way she turned the conversation toward him. "Enough talk." He tugged her into the cave and thrust her roughly against the wall. His gaze fixed on hers, holding her captive. The hot, wild look in his beautiful blue eyes sent little quivers of desire racing down her spine and she was instantly wet. Grasping her wrists, he held them above her head and used a knee to thrust her legs apart. His shoved a hand down the front of her trousers and cupped her soft mound. Jolie's teeth clenched, mostly because of the turmoil inside her. She wanted him to keep touching her, but not like this. Not in anger or as a punishment because she pissed him off with her question. "Is this how you repay someone who helped save your stinking life? By attacking her?" she snarled. Instantly he dropped his hold on her and stepped away, his eyes flashing and teeth bared. His fangs elongated and his face became more wolfish. Partway between beast and man, he paced in front of her, stalking her. His clawed hands clenched into fists. "I'm not attacking you, Jolie. From now on you will come to me of your own free will. You will tell me exactly what you want so there will be no mistake. Walk away if you want. Or come to me, but if you do admit it's because you want to. Take responsibility for your actions like a wolf. Don't hide your greedy appetites like a fucking Vampire." "You don't know all Vampires," she snapped and strode toward him until they stood inches from one another, anger and lust burning between them. "And obviously not all wolves are noble. Do you think you're the only one who's lost family because of someone else's violence and greed? My entire pack was slaughtered by a rival pack. The same thing happened to my foster father with his pack. That was wolves killing wolves, Temple. No Vampires involved. You can't blame an entire race for the actions of some." He stared at her. An expression of compassion glimmered faintly beneath his icy gaze. "Unfortunately, Jolie, in order to seek justice we don't always have the luxury of sparing those who don't deserve our wrath." "That's a poor excuse." "I don't make excuses. I admit what I am and what I've done. I'm a hunter. A killer. Someone strikes me and I strike back. I can't be like you and Ransom, hoping those in power will one day see the error of their ways. By the time that happens, the rest of us will probably be destroyed." She watched him carefully, her gaze fixed on his. For the first time she almost pitied him. Yes, he was strong and courageous, willing to do anything and everything for his cause. Unfortunately the qualities that made him a potentially great leader had robbed him of the gentle emotions every living creature needed to be complete. Now she understood why he and Temple were a pair. They balanced each other. One couldn't be whole without the other. Strangely, the most complete she had ever felt was here with them. All her life she'd been searching for somewhere to belong. Yes, Crispin had made it plain she had a place with him, and his partners Andre and Chantel had always welcomed her, but they had each other. She was an outsider. Always adrift, forever tormented by memories of her destroyed pack. Maybe that was why she felt such a connection to Ransom and Temple. With a suddenness that startled her, Jolie lunged at Temple, her fangs bared, her muscles rippling, halfway between woman and wolf. He responded with a savage growl and shifted his stance, prepared for her attack. Instead of striking or clawing him, she dropped to a subservient position, a semi squat that forced her to look up to him. Soft, sensual growls rumbled in her throat. A slight, satisfied smile touched his lips. This was something all wolves understood. Respect for the alpha male and invitation to mate. Another low growl echoed from the cave mouth. Jolie glanced at Ransom who stood, his sleek body naked, his gaze fixed on her and Temple. His scent revealed raw desire and a hint of envy. He had no reason to be jealous. At this moment everything made perfect sense. They belonged together. A trio. Temple's gaze locked with Ransom's, and held his hand out. Ransom strode forward, his hand slipping into Temple's. Jolie stood, sliding her palms up their bodies. They turned to her, Temple nuzzling her neck while Ransom licked and kissed her shoulder. Temple's hand curved around her breast. He gently kneaded and brushed his thumb over her nipple. Even beneath the cover of clothes it stiffened, responding to his touch. Ransom tugged her shirt from her trousers and slid his hand beneath. He caressed her stomach, then sank to his knees, unfastened her belt and unzipped her trousers. He slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot then the other so he could remove her trousers. He ran his hands up and down her legs from thigh to calf and back again, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs. Pleasure washed over her and she moaned softly. Temple guided her arms above her head and pulled off her shirt. She shivered a bit as the chilly autumn air fanned her naked body. Temple moved behind her, swept her long, thick hair over her shoulder and touched his lips to the back of her neck. Jolie closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Pleasured groans escaped her throat as Temple continued licking and kissing the back of her neck. His arms slid beneath her so he could cup her bare breasts. He pinched her nipples and brushed the pads of his thumbs over the sensitive peaks. email The graphics used to create this site were designed by Wolfden Creations.