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scarf still
wrapped around your neck? If you want to know, you look just like one of those
big dogs in those doggie commercials.”
    Don easily silenced him by mashing
his lips against Ricky’s half-opened mouth. “I’m sorry.”
    “W-what?” Ricky sounded dazed. His eyes dropped from Don’s lips to his chest and a hungry
look appeared in his eyes.
    “I’m sorry I killed Clive. Actually
I’m not sorry at all. The bastard deserved it,” Don said bluntly, watching
Ricky’s confused face change to anger, then to relief, and back to anger again.
He steeled himself for his accusing words. After all, Don still stole Ricky
away from his mate, abusive though his previous mate may be.
    “You could’ve at least told me what
you intended to do instead of worrying me all night!” Ricky blurted, anger
quickly dissipating when Don kissed him again.
    The other man’s taste and warmth
speared though him. Don sucked on Ricky’s bottom lip, liking how the other man
leaned into him in surrender. Their tongues dueled and tangled until they had
to part to gasp for air.
    “You were worrying all night?” Don
asked, amused at Ricky’s panting face.
    “Yeah I was, asshole.” Ricky looked down, and a blush crept to his cheeks and the sides of
his face at the sight of Don’s half-erect cock. He bit his lip, looking
undecided.
    “Enough talking,” Don said,
deciding for him. “Take off your clothes.”
    ****
    Ricky barely heard Don’s command.
His head was still reeling with the news Clive was dead. It felt like a
tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Clive had always been on
his heels like a vampire intent on bleeding him dry until he had nothing left
to give. Knowing he was no longer there to torment Ricky and keep him on a
leash still stunned him.
    Don
killed Clive for me. Part of Ricky was still furious at the Beta for going
behind his back, but the other part belonging to his beast was smug and
satisfied.
    Wolves didn’t kill other rivals for
no reason especially when mates were concerned, and werewolves mated for life.
He really means to keep me, Ricky thought. A sob caught in his throat and the
dark desire in the other man’s eyes began to dissipate and turn to concern.
    “Ricky, you asked me just now why I
needed to get used to the taste of vegetables, remember?” Don placed a hand on
his shoulder.
    The Beta’s scent rolled off him.
Unable to help himself, Ricky leaned a little closer to inhale his wonderful
masculine scent. Wildness caressed his nostrils. Don smelled of blood, wood and
triumphant fury. It felt like a bolt seared down his chest and settled to a
dull ache to his cock.
    “Yes. I remember,” Ricky managed.
    Don smiled, and that smile told him
the other man was aware of his reaction.
    “I guess I do have to spell it out
for you, little Omega.” Don leaned closer.
    The press of the rock hard muscles
of his bare chest felt unbelievable against Ricky’s shirt. He groaned, wanting
to feel his own nude skin sliding against his mate.
    “Spell it out for me,” Ricky
pressed, running his hand across the expense of the other man’s chest.
    “You’re my mate now, Ricky. You
belong to me, and I’m the only one who can have that sweet mouth, springy cock
and sweet ass of yours,” Don growled.
    His large impatient hands didn’t
wait for Ricky’s response. They only fumbled for his shirt and seconds later,
Ricky stood naked in front of him. One look at the primal desire in the other
man’s eyes no longer made him feel conscious about his lean and awkward body.
The notion of solely belonging to the aggressive dominant wolf in front of him
thrilled him to no end.
    Each touch of Don’s hands on his
body made him moan. Cradling him in his powerful arms, Don lowered his head to
one of his nipples. Brief pain made him cry out when Don bit teasingly into the
hardening bud, but it soon melted to pleasure, and it was pleasure at being
marked by his mate.
    “Liked that, little Omega?”