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Guess they thought they’d hang around and—”
    “Please,” Aaron finally got out, his voice cracking. “Don’t hurt them.”
    Valen bared his teeth at Aaron and emitted a rumbling noise that didn’t carry a hint of anything pleasant in it.
    “Anyway,” Rivvie continued, “it only took a few growls and they were practically pissing themselves. Humans don’t seem overly bright, no surprise I guess, considering how they almost did themselves in. I mean, if there was a big wolf barking and growling at me, and lunging for a leather bag I held, and I was a puny Human? Yeah, I’d toss that bag down so fast it wouldn’t have time to make a thump when it landed.”
    “Rivvie, enough. Check the contents.” Valen still hadn’t so much as blinked.
    “What was in it?” Rivvie asked.
    Aaron had to try again. He was worried for the others and hadn’t been assured that they wouldn’t be harmed. “Please, don’t hurt them. It was—is—my fault.”
    “Of course it is,” Valen agreed darkly. “You stole from me.”
    “You got it back!” Aaron yelped when his wrists were squeezed painfully again. His throat ached and his stupid dick was more rigid than ever before. Was he turned on by the fear he was feeling? Just how twisted was he?
    Aaron wasn’t certain he wanted to know the answer to that question. Then Valen raked him with a look that tore down every argument Aaron had for keeping his desires hidden. If Valen wanted to touch him, to do things to him, and he held Aaron captive while doing so, then Aaron had no choice but to accept it, didn’t he?
    It was a perfect excuse to experience the things he’d longed for without the responsibility for choosing to do so. First, he had to make sure that neither he nor his friends would be killed. Dying wasn’t what he had in mind anymore, not at all.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    It wasn’t just the penis prodding at his backside that proved the man beneath Valen was turned on. There was the thick, heady scent of his arousal that filled Valen’s lungs every time he inhaled. His own cock was beginning to rise, and that wasn’t acceptable to him.
    He’s a thief. A human. He’s—
    “My name is Aaron.”
    Valen blinked.
    Aaron nodded jerkily. “That’s my name, Aaron Olsen. I’m twenty-two, which is getting up there for us, I know. I…” He coughed and winced. When he swallowed, his throat clicked in a way that sounded painful. “I’m sorry,” Aaron rasped. “I’m really sorry and—”
    Valen wiggled his hips. There was still a decent-sized erection behind him. “And this?”
    Aaron’s face darkened with a blush and he closed his eyes as he turned his head aside. “Just do it quickly.”
    “It?” Valen pursed his lips, thinking over what exactly ‘it’ could refer to. Did the human— Aaron Olsen —did he think Valen was going to kill him? If that were the case, why was Aaron turned on? Valen could make no sense of the man beneath him. “It what?” Asking for clarification would be better than playing stupid guessing games.
    “You never told me what was in the bag,” Rivvie reminded him. “I’m seeing another talisman pouch, or maybe that’s medicines. Or seeds. I can’t read, you know that, but there’s a label. Some tools and weapons, knives, flints, stuff like that. The first utensils and drinking vessels for when you’ve established your home, you know, those carved wooden ones Ashley does. Oh! And Father sent a headband for you! That’s so cool. There’s three, actually, so I guess you, your mate, and your shaman once you find her or him. Wow, I’m so jealous. I want shiny stones like these in something. Why is it only the alphas and their mates that get these?”
    “And the shaman,” Valen felt compelled to add.
    Rivvie snorted. “Well yeah, shamans get whatever they want. No one with any sense screws them over.”
    Aaron frowned.
    Valen didn’t like that. The man was attractive, and he had full lips that should either be