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evening.”
    Gunnar started towards his campsite, eyes open for any sign of Juniper or his pack of monsters.
    “Wait up,” Ramiro called, jogging after him.
    Gunnar glanced over his shoulder to see Spiro had disappeared. “Don’t you have to accompany Spiro?”
    “No. I’m here for the day,” Ramiro said, falling in stride next to Gunnar.
    “The day?” Gunnar’s heart began to beat faster at the implication. Would they repeat their earlier actions?
    Ramiro brushed his hand against Gunnar’s thigh. “Is that okay?”
    Gunnar’s throat went dry. “More than.”
    Ramiro grabbed Gunnar’s hand and led him inside the tent. He zipped the flaps against the first rays of sunlight, plunging the space into darkness.
    “Guess this fancy tent of yours works,” Gunnar said. He’d been directing his men on where to set up camp when Ramiro had arrived with the special light-blocking tent. Although he could see, his vision was tinted red. In wolf-form, Gunnar had seen through the darkness in black and white. The red was one more reminder of what he’d become. “Is there a lamp or something in here?”
    “You don’t need it,” Ramiro reminded him, unbuttoning his shirt.
    “No, I don’t, but I think I’d prefer it.” Gunnar watched as Ramiro moved to the corner of the tent and turned on a small battery-operated lantern. “Does that help?”
    Gunnar nodded before pulling off his T-shirt. The bed was nothing more than a thick sleeping bag laid out with a blanket on top, but to him it was full of promise. Was he hoping for more than Ramiro was willing to give? Probably . But it didn’t stop him from secretly wanting it.
    Ramiro wasted no time in undressing. He dug a small tube of lube out of his jacket pocket and slipped it under the sleeping bag.
    Gunnar could tell Ramiro was trying to be subtle. Knowing Ramiro’s motives were to put Gunnar at ease made him trust the hot vampire even more than he already did. Their brief encounter earlier had left him hungry for more. But this time he was anxious to hold Ramiro afterwards. Something he hadn’t desired for many years.
    “Stop worrying,” Ramiro said, pulling Gunnar into his arms. He brushed his lips across Gunnar’s temple, ending the gesture with a soft kiss. “Feel me,” he whispered in Gunnar’s ear.
    Gunnar closed his eyes when Ramiro slowly lowered his zipper.
    “Lay down and I’ll take off your boots,” Ramiro instructed.
    “I can do it,” Gunnar returned.
    “Of course you can. You’ve been doing for yourself for centuries, but now it’s my turn to do for you.” Ramiro knelt and began to untie Gunnar’s military-style boots. “It’s been a long time since I had someone to take care of.”
    Ramiro’s voice was so soft, so gentle, Gunnar almost missed the pain in it. He wanted to argue that he didn’t need taking care of, but something in that deep cadence stopped him. Who had Ramiro taken care of?
    Ramiro stared up at Gunnar. “Lie down. Please,” he added.
    With his jeans pushed down to mid-thigh, Gunnar fell back onto the sleeping bag. He wanted to ask Ramiro about his past, but decided it wasn’t the time.
    Soon, Gunnar was naked and accepting a deep kiss. The brush of Ramiro’s cock as he fitted himself between Gunnar’s legs made him groan. Needing more, Gunnar wrapped his legs around Ramiro’s waist. Gods, the press of Ramiro’s cock as he ground himself against Gunnar was beyond anything he’d experienced in his short-lived sexual past. “Skin feels so much better than fur,” Gunnar said, breaking the kiss.
    Ramiro’s hips stilled. “You say that like you’ve never done this before.”
    Although he hated to admit his lack of experience to someone as sexually active as Ramiro, Gunnar knew it was important to be honest. “Before yesterday, I’d never fucked in human form, and never face to face. Back home, there were a couple of like-minded weres , but it was forbidden. What we did, we did quickly and deep in the