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growl tore from his throat and he sank his teeth into the exposed skin and drew out Jake’s blood. Jake cried out above him. Kelan wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain, but when he felt Jake’s cock twitch in his ass as though trying to refill, he guessed it was mainly from pleasure.
    Kelan couldn’t help himself. His only thought had been to claim Jake, mark him as his. He knew he should have warned Jake first, but his head had been still fuzzy from the force of his orgasm and he hadn’t been capable of thought at all, let alone rational thought.
    As he pulled Jake’s blood into his mouth, his wolf was howling within, happy and contented to finally have claimed his mate. After a few moments, Kelan pulled his teeth out of Jake’s neck and swiped over the wound with his tongue to seal it.
    Now that Jake was marked, any werewolf with an ounce of self-preservation wouldn’t dare go near the man. Jake would smell like Kelan now, too. Kelan could already smell their scents mingling together—and it pleased him no end. But now he had to face his mate. He was sure Jake would be pissed off with him.
    Kelan laid back on the pillow and gently stroked Jake’s head.
    “Jake?” Kelan asked tentatively.
    Jake looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. Wonder and confusion warred with each other for supremacy on Jake’s face. Kelan felt his words stick in his throat.
    “You claimed me,” Jake said quietly.
    Kelan nodded—he could hardly deny it, although he was surprised Jake knew what that meant.
    “Yes.”
    “Thank you,” Jake whispered then his head fell forward and he promptly fell asleep, a soft snore rumbling against Kelan’s chest. Kelan closed his eyes, offering a small prayer of thanks to whomever was listening. Jake wasn’t pissed off with him at all—in fact, Jake was…grateful? Kelan wondered dimly about that as he wrapped his arms tightly around his mate and drifted off into oblivion, Jake’s softening cock still buried deep inside his ass.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Kelan woke up with a huge smile on his face. He felt blindly around for Jake but it only took him a few seconds to realise he was alone in bed. He used his heightened sense of smell to locate Jake in the apartment. Jake’s scent hit him immediately—maybe in the kitchen? He breathed in his mate’s essence deeply to double- check, when another smell hit him so hard the hackles rose on the back of his neck and his teeth and eyes simultaneously shifted to their wolf form.
    He could smell blood. Jake’s blood.
    Kelan flung the covers off and dived out of bed. He didn’t bother putting any clothes on, just ran into the living room, his heart beating furiously in his chest.
    “Jake!”
    “I’m in here!” Jake called back.
    Kelan rushed into the kitchen and stopped short just inside the door. Jake was standing by the kitchen sink, a blood-soaked towel wrapped around his hand. Jake’s face was as white as snow.
    “What the hell happened?” Kelan asked, walking to Jake’s side. “Jesus, I could smell blood and I… I was so worried Jake, I thought…”
    Jake managed a smile, but it turned into a wince when Kelan reached for the towel to inspect the damage.
    “It’s nothing, ‘m okay. Was making you breakfast. Cut my damn hand with the knife.”
    Kelan pulled the towel off Jake’s hand and sucked in a sharp breath. The cut on the pad of Jake’s hand was deep and bleeding profusely. Kelan squeezed the the edges of the wound together to try and stem the flow, but the bleeding continued.
    “Jesus, it’s deep, Jake.”
    “Yeah, think I need stitches.”
    Kelan thought for a moment. He remembered hearing that a wolf’s blood had healing properties for his human mate. Without hesitation, he grabbed the knife from the counter top and slashed it across his own wrist. Jake’s eyes widened.
     
    “What the hell are you doing?” Jake asked, horrified.
    “Here, drink this,” he said, holding his wrist to Jake’s lips.
    “Are