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bed, just like Angel had wanted him to.
    The thing about most bird shifters was that they were sorely
underestimated. Doves in particular looked delicate, which often translated
into people thinking they could do whatever the hell they wanted without Angel
being able to retaliate. This was actually the main reason why he'd ended up at
the anger management class, since a stupid human had decided Angel's choice of
outfit irritated his sensibilities. Despite his injury, Angel's arms still
remained very strong, and he'd proven it quite eloquently to the man.
    Naturally, Landon's mistake was nowhere near as frustrating.
In fact, it was nice to be able to surprise the werewolf. It wasn't necessarily
that Angel had a point to prove, but to him, to any dove shifter, a bond meant
sharing—everything and anything. It meant entwining their lives and
understanding one another, accepting flaws and struggling through dark times
side by side. Finally, it meant building a family, a nest, raising squabs who'd
one day find mates of their own.
    Landon and Angel were just beginning their story, but every
step of the way was important. "It's my turn now," he told his mate.
"Don't forget, someone has to take care of you too."
    Landon opened his mouth, perhaps intending to protest, but
Angel didn't allow it. He gripped Landon's erection in his fist, jacking his
mate off lazily. Landon released a sort of half-growl, half-moan sound that
Angel had decided was unique to just him. "Angel..."
    Even if Angel would have liked to make things last, he
couldn't resist the husky tone of Landon's voice. He reached for the nightstand
and blindly rummaged through the drawer. Thankfully, he found the half-full
bottle of lubricant without too much effort.
    The maneuvering around meant that he couldn't focus on Landon
as much as he'd have liked, but his mate didn't seem to begrudge him that. He
waited for Angel, although he didn't do so patiently. Angel noticed with no
little amount of satisfaction that Landon's fingernails had turned into claws,
and he was currently tearing straight through Angel's sheets.
    It was strange, but Angel realized he wanted that. He wanted
both Landon's gentleness, and his fierceness. He knew Landon was worried about
hurting his arm, and it frustrated him that it was yet another obstacle his
father had set in his path. But Angel didn't want to think about that now.
Today, he could fly. He could love and he could be—and nothing, no one else
mattered.
    He opened the tube of lubricant and squirted a generous
amount on his fingers. Once more, he took hold of Landon's dick, spreading the
slick fluid all over the shaft. Landon hissed and tossed his head back, the
tension in his muscles speaking volumes of the control the werewolf was trying
to exert. Just a little longer, Angel mentally told his mate—even if
Landon couldn't hear him.
    Once he was satisfied he'd prepared Landon enough, he set
about doing the same thing for himself, or at least, the equivalent. He reached
for his own hole and inserted two fingers in his body. He was already a little
stretched after the shower, and in all honesty, his touch felt nowhere near as
good as Landon's, but he got the most amazing kick out of the way Landon looked
at him—like he was the most beautiful thing in the world.
    Under the circumstances, Angel couldn't linger on foreplay
for much longer. He slid his fingers out of his channel and positioned his body
over Landon. He planned on impaling himself on Landon's hard cock, but his mate
had other ideas.
    At the last moment, his lover's hands landed on his hips,
taking control and keeping Angel from making any abrupt motion. He didn't
actually prevent Angel from moving, but he did slow things down.
    Angel went along with it, if only because he'd never actually
done this before. Despite his stubbornness and determination, he knew better
than to believe he was an experienced lover. As such, he let his mate set the
pace, and he was not