Stavanger Bay saltwater running through my veins

Embry's cerulean gaze was filled with mirth as he looked down at the writhing girl beneath him. She was trying so hard, and he had to admit that - even though he was a brute of a wolf - she was giving him some trouble. He would have liked to bask in the glory of this moment, but when she spoke her words were extremely convincing.

He backed up after a few more seconds, checking to make sure that, indeed, he still had his balls (you just never knew in spars like these). Her language was vulgar and Embry, though at first discomfited, soon found it quite entertaining. She was a competitive one, and he didn't blame her for that. Plus, she hadn't done anything tangible, so that was a bonus.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking mother fucker," he snapped, though he was just being nettlesome. He had a teasing grin on his maw that reached his blue eyes. "And I believe you're the one who just got fucked."