SHADOWS OF A WOLF MOON Book 5: RISE OF THE ARKANSAS WEREWOLVES by Jodi Vaughn Page B

belly. Shivers raced through her system, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from fear or attraction. He smelled like no wolf she’d ever come across.
    Right then, she knew she was screwed.
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    “Avocado flavor. Can you believe it?” Jaxon held up a woman’s green thong and waved it under Barrett’s nose. “I thought they only made candy-flavored thongs.”
    “You would know.” Barrett gritted his teeth and shoved the lingerie out from his line of sight. It was bad enough he was trying to keep everyone in the dark as to where Lucien was, but now Granny had invaded the barracks, armed to the teeth with edible undergarments.
    “They make all kinds of flavors, not just candy,” Granny stressed to the group of interested Weres. “There’s chicken and waffle, taco and refried beans, and don’t forget bacon. If you can put it on a potato chip, then they can put it on a thong.”
    The slight headache that had started at his temple when he’d seen the old lady barging in was now building up to a migraine. She’d said she was dropping off some snacks for his Guardians.
    He hadn’t realized she was dropping off thongs.
    “Bacon’s pretty good,” Jayden growled with a red thong hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His canine worked the garment like a dog working a barbeque rib.
    “Hey, pair it up with this avocado and see how that tastes.” Jaxon tossed the green thong and Jayden caught it one-handed. Jayden stacked the underwear together and began to go to town on them.
    “What did I do for karma to put me in this hell?” Barrett mumbled to himself. He had a lot of shit to worry about besides standing around all day watching Jayden slobber over a pair of panties. “Why would you even bring those here?” He shot the old woman a look.
    “Because I ordered the jelly bean assortment of thongs and bras.” Granny pursed her lips. “Those idiots at the factory messed up and sent me the football fantasy ensemble.” Her eyebrows furrowed to the point they almost got lost between her wrinkles. “And my ladies don’t want a bunch of underwear that smells like a Super Bowl party.”
    “I don’t know. These things are pretty damn good.” Jayden eyes glazed over as he finished off the crotch.
    “That’s what you think until you see the reviews. There have been more accidents with this package of thongs than you can shake a stick at.” Granny propped her hands on her skinny hips.
    “What do you mean?” Jaxon stopped chewing, dropped the underwear, and gave Granny his full attention.
    “There are reports coming in by the droves that men are going wild with lust. Once they start eating, they can’t stop. Why, one woman in Mississippi got her big toe bit off by her husband who wouldn’t wait for her to pull her undies up. He smelled bacon and went in for the kill.”
    Barrett felt a bit nauseated.
    “What did the woman do?” Jayden asked as he reached for another pair out of the taco-flavored box.
    “Apparently it wasn't the first extremity she’d lost. Lost her pinky finger when she was helping her husband set traps for nutria rats.”
    “Damn, she got her finger caught in a trap?” Barrett winced.
    “Not exactly. When she went back to check the traps there was a live nutria rat. That sucker latched onto her pinky finger and snapped it right off. Like biting into a candy bar.”
    “Damn.” Jayden cringed but reached for another set of underwear, obviously intrigued by Granny’s storytelling.
    “Now she’s trying to sue the company for an unsafe product and for being traumatized. Said her husband couldn’t help himself, he was attracted to her drawers like a bee to honey.”
    “Sweet Jesus,” Barrett mumbled and scrubbed his hand down his face.
    Jaxon snorted.
    “Granny, please,” Jayden implored.
    “I think she’s trying to make a quick buck. Any woman who goes trapping nutria rats with her husband knew what she was getting into when she purchased those bacon-flavored drawers.” Granny