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over the mirror wiping away the moisture.
    The eyes reflecting back glowed with arousal. His wolf wanted out, and Devon wasn’t sure how much longer he could contain his desires.
     
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    Aiden yawned and moved to stretch out his arms. They felt cramped and he needed to move. When he tried to lift his right arm up, something held it down. He rolled to his side and looked down to see what the problem was. His eyes widened when he saw a thick piece of metal wrapped around his wrist, and attached to that was a long chain.
    “What the hell?” The sun had started to rise, and the golden rays flooded through the window, and Aiden glanced around at the unfamiliar room. “Where am I?” His sleep-addled mind couldn’t comprehend anything at the moment.
    Aiden sat up and kicked his legs over the edge of the bed. He tugged on the chain and saw it had some give. The need to relieve the pressure on his bladder had him up and off the bed. There was a room next to the bed and Aiden shuffled toward it. He held the chain as he moved, not wanting to make a ton of noise. For some odd reason it seemed rude.
    He flipped on the light and used the facilities. Afterwards, as he washed his hands, he looked at his reflection. A bruised and bloodied face stared back at him, and he remembered. He wasn’t at home. He was being held prisoner.
    “Oh my god!” Aiden spun around, worried someone would jump out at him. The action caused his chain to slap against the wall. The metal chinks scraped the wood doorframe as Aiden moved and unintentionally pulled it with him. In a haste to grab the chain, Aiden tripped and landed hard against the wall, banging his head. Pain radiated from the lump blooming on the back of his head.
    The sound of stomping feet sent a shiver up his spine. He remembered the men from last night. They hurt him and brought him here. But where was here?
    “Are you okay?” a man asked as he rushed forward.
    Out of instincts, Aiden scooted away as the man drew near. His vision was still blurry from the knock to the skull, but Aiden squinted his eyes, trying to focus.
    The man, well, the man was gorgeous. Aiden thought it was crazy to think since he was being held against his will, but the man was stunning. He had shoulder-length dark-blond hair with a few highlights mingled in the thick strands. The man only wore a pair of sleeping pants, and his bare chest was on full display for Aiden to look his fill. Hard muscles wrapped around the stranger’s shoulders, winding down to his tapered waist. Aiden didn’t see one ounce of fat anywhere on this man’s torso.
    “Huh?” Aiden vaguely heard what the man said.
    “I asked if you were okay.”
    The man reached his hand out, and Aiden moved out of his reach. Aiden looked to meet the man’s eyes, and the most captivating blue he had ever seen stared back at him. They were similar to Viktor’s but held a maturity about them that Viktor’s lacked.
    After a few moments the sound of the man’s voice registered in Aiden’s mind. It was the man from last night, Devon. He had been blindfolded, but he remembered the rough timbre of Devon’s voice when he spoke.
    Aiden let his eyes take in the beauty of Devon’s face. He had a straight nose and a solid, chiseled jawline. Devon had the looks of a statue one would see at a museum, almost too perfect to be human.
    Devon was speaking again, but Aiden didn’t hear a word. He was watching Devon’s lips move up and down as he spoke. It must have become apparent he wasn’t listening because Devon rubbed his hand along his chin. The sound of stubble scraping across Devon’s hand almost seemed to echo in the close quarters.
    His emotions were running wild, and his dick decided to wake up and show its appreciation for the sexy hunk in front of him.
    “Kid, are you all right? Do you need anything?” When Aiden didn’t answer, the man snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Can you hear me?”
    Aiden started to nod his head, but