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going to be quick?”
    Matt laughed as he walked over to join Zac near the front of the truck. “So, what’s Illinois like? Will I like it?”
    “Well, around Kankakee, where I live, there is the Kankakee River. It’s huge, almost half as wide as the Mississippi.” Zac shrugged. “Other than that, central Illinois is lot of flat farmland.”
    “Can’t be much worse than here, I guess.” Matt glanced around the dirt and sparse trees and rocky hills that housed the bulk of his pack and the small one-horse town he lived in. “I’m kind of thinking almost anything is better than living here.”
    Zac chuckled. “I’ve seen worse.”
    “Where?”
    “You don’t want to know.” Zac shook his head as he opened the passenger door. “Now, get in the truck and buckle up, sexy. We have a lot of ground to cover before night gets here.”
    Matt leaned up on his tiptoes and stole a quick kiss from Zac before climbing in. He laughed when Zac just stood there for a moment staring at him with hunger in his eyes. It was going to be a long trip home.
    Matt watched the town pass them by as Zac drove them down the road. It wasn’t much, but it had been home for a long time. There were things he’d miss and things he wouldn’t. And just maybe, being a social outcast from Zac’s pack wouldn’t be such a hard thing. He wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of the pack dynamics like he did here.
    It kind of sucked being low man on the totem pole.
    “Zac, being your mate, do I have any sort of rank in your pack?”
    “My mate.”
    Matt rolled his eyes. “I mean besides that.”
    “Being my mate gives you rank in the pack, Matt. I’m not an Alpha or a Beta or even an Omega. I’m a Delta. If you were mated to the Alpha, you would be Alpha Mate, which is a rank in its own. As my mate, you are Delta Mate. That’s your rank.”
    “And that means what?”
    “That means that if anyone fucks with you, I’ll take care of it.”
    Matt bit his lip and glanced out the window. Zac’s features had hardened into a fierce stone mask as he spoke. It was almost frightening, except that Matt knew it worked in his favor. That was actually kind of nice, having a personal warrior mate.
    “I’ll try not to fuck up too much, Zac, I promise.”
    “Matt,” Zac began, “I’m not worried about you fucking up.
    You’re my mate. That means I’ll take you any way I can get you. Just be honest with me at all times, even if you think I won’t like it, stay faithful to me, and love me. That’s all I need from you.”
    Matt thought about Zack’s words for a moment then grinned.
    “Yeah, I can do that.”
    And he could. Already his feelings for Zac were growing beyond how gorgeous the man looked or how much Matt liked being around him. He could feel his heartstrings starting to wrap around all that was Zac, and he was pretty damn happy about that.
    “Did I mention I’m a pretty good cook, too?”
    Zac snorted. “Well shit, babe, why in the hell didn’t you say so? I can’t cook my way out of a paper bag with a set of directions and a sharp knife. You just may have saved me from a life of food poisoning and takeout.”
    The lecherous leer that Zac sent his way made Matt’s skin flush and his cock harden yet again for the millionth time in the last several hours. “What other hidden talents do you have?” Zac asked.
    “Well, if I said I could suck a gold ball through a hundred feet of garden hose, I’d be lying, and you want only truth from me.” Matt grinned. “But I’d be willing to try for fifty feet.”
    Matt’s eyebrows shot up when Zac gripped the steering wheel tighter and growled. “It’s a plot,” Zac said as he stared out the front window. “It’s a plot to kill me. I can see it now. I’ll be dead before I’m thirty-one, killed from being oversexed.”
    “Good thing you’re a Delta then, huh? Lots of extra adrenaline and a high sex drive. That's why you still have another mate out there somewhere. If I had to fulfill