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sizes, anal beads, and many other types of toys.
    Brody didn’t want to force his lamb into anything too kinky. He knew Carson had been a virgin the night before. He’d felt it and then acknowledged it through their bond. Still, they needed some real lube.
    The olive oil worked, but it got everywhere and ruined the sheets. It was something the manager of the hotel hadn’t appreciated so much.
    “Oh, my,” Carson said breathlessly. The look on his face was priceless. “This is…Wow.”
    Judging by the distinctive feeling of arousal coming from Carson, Brody guessed it was a good “wow.” Perhaps Carson would enjoy something a little wilder after all.
    Just as Brody thought this, a salesman approached them, a wide grin on his face. “Could I help you gentlemen with anything?” he asked, leering at Carson.
    Brody’s hackles immediately rose as the other male threatened his ownership of his mate. He suppressed the urge to bare his fangs at the stupid human and smiled tightly. “No, that won’t be necessary. We’re good.”
    He knew he’d been unable to disguise the hostility in his voice when Carson gave him a curious look. Apparently, the lamb hadn’t been paying attention to the human at all, because otherwise, he’d have sensed the salesman’s arousal.
    Upon Brody’s show of aggression, Carson noticed the situation as well. He wrapped his arm around Brody’s waist and leaned against him, his warmth and sweet scent comforting Brody. “Thank you, but he’s right. We can handle things just fine.”
    The salesman didn’t seem deterred at all by their refusal. “All right,” he answered, “but if you need anything—and I mean anything—just shout. Name’s Shiloh. Shiloh Holden.”

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    From his obscenely tight pants, the man retrieved a piece of paper and offered it to Carson, who just stared at it. “Outside of office hours, too.”
    Perhaps a different time, Brody might have taken Shiloh up on his offer. The young man was definitely gorgeous, tall and willowy, with an elegant, almost aristocratic look. For the first time, Brody noticed that the guy smelled like shape-shifter, something he would eat. A swan? Yes, a swan. He wondered if Shiloh realized he was playing with fire. Of course, Brody didn’t intend to do anything about it. He had his mate now, and he was a one-lamb wolf.
    A loud manly voice sounded before Brody could refuse Shiloh again. “Shiloh, stop flirting with the customers, and get your ass in here.”
    Shiloh laughed. “Oops. Looks like I’ve been busted. Have fun.”
    With a final smile, he turned his back on Brody and Carson and sped away. “What was that?” Carson asked.
    “A swan.” Brody chuckled. “A swan in a sex shop.”
    “I thought they tended to be shier,” Carson said, obviously confused. He pocketed the offered paper, but Brody didn’t bother to take it from his mate. Neither Carson nor Brody would call, and that paper would just be a cute memory. Whatever Shiloh’s story was, it wouldn’t be Brody’s job to find out. He turned toward his mate. “At any rate, I do believe we were busy doing something else before we were interrupted.”
    Carson’s face flamed as his eyes went from Brody to the sex toys and back. “Do you know how to use all this?” he asked in a barely audible whisper.
    “I do,” Brody answered through their connection. “Would you like to try something?”
    Carson nodded shyly. “I might. I’m just not sure what.”
    “How about we start slow?” Brody suggested.
    “Slow is good,” Carson answered.

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    Brody hid a smile. Somehow he knew that by the end of the day, taking it slow would be the furthest thing from their minds.

    * * * *

    “Hold that elevator,” Brody shouted to the man already in the lift.
    The stranger did as he’d been asked, and Brody managed to slip into the elevator just in time, followed by his mate.
    Brody nodded and thanked the man. His entire body buzzed