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third. It was then that he finally came, filling the condom he had put on. He collapsed on her, his heavy body providing a comforting weight on her chest. It was only for a moment, and then he was on the other side of her, pulling her tight to him.
    “Mine.” It was all she needed to say. He knew exactly what she meant, and it filled him to the brim.

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    “I’m not going to be a slave to this, Grant. Why should I join this clan?”
    “Pride. Or Motorcycle club, we are kind of both. You don’t have a choice, life as a shifter isn’t safe without your pride. Do you know the kind of danger you would be putting us in? We are part of the pride. You need to meet them, Briana.” Grant ran a hand through his hair, exhausted.  He knew it was his tell, that anyone who noticed it could see when he was frustrated, or upset, but he didn’t care. They had been up all night, making up for the hours that they spent apart after their mating.
    “Besides, someone with your power isn’t safe alone, someone will claim you. Eventually. At the bar we can train you. Protect you.” His eyes were soft as he looked at her, and it sent anger flooding through her.
    “We can help you Briana.” She didn’t want his charity. His pity.
    She would show this pride that she was more than some charity case. That she could fight and contribute.
    Briana’s eyes glowed. She was angry. Grant could feel it like a wave washing over him. “Fine. Take me to this… pride. I want to meet your… what was it? Alpha.”
    They would have their powerful Mountain Lion. Their chance at victory. Everything would turn out the way they had planned.
    She would meet the pride Alpha. Grant wasn’t sure he was going to like it when she did.

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    Briana took his hand and stepped through the back entrance to the bar, and into what seemed like another world.
    “What is this place?” Briana looked around the “bar,” trying to comprehend how such a small space could magically be bigger the moment she walked into it. She entered what she thought was a small, roadside establishment, only to see something that looked like a mountain lodge, a wooden retreat that had to contain several hotels, all in one place.
    “Well the front entrance takes you to the actual bar, where people come in and drink. They never know. This is different. It is our home. Home to the Demon Hunters, Shifter Legends Motorcycle club. Your home, now. We live here, we exist here.” Another man walked by, giving a nod. He was clad in leather, complete with the boots and the skull cap.
    She tried not to stare.
    “But… what about your apartment? And the what? Demon Hunters... What?”
    “Kind of along name, I know. We go by Demon Hunters, or Shifter Legends. It all depends. As for the apartment, I live there too, part of the time. It serves as a home base of sorts, a way to get away from the guys, a way to make it in the real world. We use our… talents to make a living. And we use our homes to recruit others.”
    “People like me,” She reasoned aloud.
    “Cougars like us,” He corrected.
    Briana shook off the haze that kept her from questioning. It was like she was surrounded in a fog of complacency.
    “What is this feeling? Why can’t I concentrate?” She stumbled a little, reaching out for Grant.
    He grabbed her, steadied her, his touch bringing her back to herself. The past twenty four hours had been wild. They had mated, she had turned, experienced her need for him, and now she was here. In this magical rustic community. With a man she hardly knew. And it nagged at her.
    “It is for non-magical visitors. You are still… transitioning. It will go away soon.” Grant’s arm around her was like an anchor keeping her grounded. “If they intrude, they don’t remember what the hell they saw. It becomes a nasty shithole in their mind, like most bikers’ dens”.
    “As for this? Let’s just say, a fairy owed the pride a few dozen