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and grinned at the take-out boxes he spotted in the trash.
    Maybe he would invite Tank to his place and cook him a nice, thick steak.
    “Found me out.”
    George looked over his shoulder to see Tank standing so close behind him that he felt his breath on the nape of his neck.
    “I had my suspicions. It was good anyway.” George turned around and, closed the distance, taking Tank’s lips in an unsure kiss. Tank didn’t rush it this time. He kissed him back leisurely, as if sitting on a porch on lazy Sunday morning drinking lemonade. Tank’s slow movements were setting George’s blood on fire.
    A tingle of excitement raced through George as Tank’s fingers trailed up his arms. He could feel his body responding to that gentle touch, and George was frightened of this reaction, but he couldn’t 44
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    push the big teddy bear away.
    Tank’s slow, drugging kisses were taking him to another plane.
    George caught the whimper before it could escape when Tank pulled back. His lips were still warm and moist from Tank’s kiss.
    They both stood there for a moment, as if coming out of a trance.
    “Follow me,” Tank said hoarsely, grabbing George’s hand and leading him down the hall and through a door.
    George dug his heels in when he saw that it was a bedroom. The bed that was in the center of the room could fit three Tanks in it. He admitted that the kiss was spectacular on a mega million dollar scale, but he wasn’t sure about no dang bed.
    “I thought we agreed we were at an impasse.” George pulled his hand from Tank’s, crossing his arms over his chest. He was irritated even further when he felt his body slightly shake.
    “You agreed. No pressure. Just sit and talk with me.” Tank crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him.
    George arched a brow. “Ain’t that a line you use on an unsuspecting girl?”
    “Don’t know. Never been with one.” Tank gave him a mischievous grin. George swam in a sea of insecurities. His body was pleading with him to go to Tank, but his mind and heart feared what could happen if he opened himself up. Being with a man larger than him, a man who didn’t hide his sexual preference, was new to him, and George wasn’t so sure he could handle it.
    “Fine, but don’t make me smack you.” George stomped over to Tank and plopped down on the bed. Once again he crossed his arms to hide the shaking his hands were going through.
    Tank pulled George’s arm away from his chest and ran his fingers over the back of George’s hand. The giant cleared his throat. “I’m a Timber wolf, two hundred and sixteen years old, and I’ve been looking for my mate since I was eighteen. That’s you, if you haven’t figured that out.” Tank smiled softly at George. “We only get one.

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    One mate to last us till we reach one thousand years old. If you deny me, I have another seven hundred and eighty-four years to be alone.”
    “I thought you said no pressure.” His head was in a whirl. This was all too much for him to take in. That’s a long time to be alone. A wolf? One thousand years? Crap, he needed time to absorb this. “So if I let you claim me, I live that long, too?”
    “Yes. You’ll never get sick, you’ll heal faster than an unmated human, and I promise to always make you happy and take care of all your wants and needs.” Tank kept his head down, afraid of being rejected again would be George’s guess.
    “We still need to settle this bottom thing.” Damn, what should he do? He didn’t need Tank to take care of him, but to have that kind of devotion? His heart was torn.
    “Just once? Let me claim you, George. That’s all I ask. We can work anything out after that.” Tank pleaded with his eyes.
    George took of his hat, placing it beside him as he ran his hand through his hair. “Once?” He looked over to Tank, unsure of what he was about to agree to.

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    “Promise.” Tank’s excitement was hard to