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of water while Brody wolfed down a pastry.
    Carson couldn’t resist. He jumped his mate and pressed his mouth to the other man’s. “Mmm…Blueberry Brody. I think I have a new favorite.”
    He licked down Brody’s neck, tonguing his Adam’s apple. Brody tasted salty, all man, and Carson wanted more of the delicious flavor.
    Abandoning all thought of actual food, he began to unbutton Brody’s shirt, worshipping each inch of skin he revealed.
    Brody allowed him to explore at leisure, guiding him when Carson would have hesitated, encouraging him with gentle words and certain hands. Even so, even knowing how much his mate wanted him, Carson still felt nervous when he reached down to Brody’s genitals. His hands trembled as he unzipped his mate’s jeans. His body thrummed with arousal when he realized the wolf wasn’t wearing underwear and he caught sight of his mate’s impressive cock.

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    God, had he really taken it inside him? He almost couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t believe how much he wanted it again.
    But for the moment, his breakfast was lacking in one very important ingredient—Brody. Still a bit nervous, he pushed Brody’s jeans down and out of the way and took the wolf’s prick in his hand, experimentally massaging it. “Don’t tease,” Brody ordered. “Suck me.”
    Carson shuddered as the command sent tendrils of arousal through him. Instantly, his body reacted and he lowered his mouth over Brody’s prick, his entire being focused on pleasuring Brody. The first taste of his mate made him moan, and his own cock throbbed in need, demanding to be let in on the action.
    Now more than ever, Carson felt thankful he hadn’t bothered to put clothes on. It made it easy for him to reach down and wrap his fist around his dick. Brody’s hands entangled in his hair as the wolf guided his cock in Carson’s mouth. “That’s it, little lamb. Take me.
    And don’t come. I want you to come around my cock.”
    Carson trembled at the command and forced himself to stop masturbating. He focused on the prick in his mouth, taking it as deep as he could. It wasn’t easy, given Brody’s size, but Carson breathed through his nose and did his best. He looked up at Brody, loving the way his mate’s green eyes analyzed him in possessive lust. “You’re doing great, Carson,” Brody continued to encourage him. “So great.”
    With Brody’s voice and scent surrounding him, Carson lost himself in the pleasure. It was so amazing, so perfect, a teasing preparation for what would come later. But then, all of a sudden, Brody’s cock left his mouth. Carson blinked in confusion when he heard his mate curse. “Brody, what is it?”
    For a few seconds, he thought he’d done something wrong, perhaps bitten Brody. Werewolf or not, Brody would not like having his cock bitten. But then, their connection cleared up, and through Brody, Carson acknowledged what was going on. “Pack,” Brody’s beast told him. “Wolves.”

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    While sheep had excellent senses and skill in detecting their predators, it was useless when wolves were downwind or, as it were, protected by walls. Brody, however, felt them, perhaps through a connection wolves shared.
    “We have to go,” Brody told him. “Hurry. Put something on and move.”
    Carson rushed to obey. He pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt.
    He’d have considered grabbing some of their bags, but Brody dragged him toward the door, abandoning all their belongings. “Leave them,”
    he said. “We don’t have time.”
    They rushed through the fire escape and went down the few flights of stairs necessary. Finally, they were outside the hotel and very close to their car. Carson thought they were going to make it, but then, his senses were assaulted by the scent of predator as the wolves no longer bothered to keep their presence hidden.
    There were more than a dozen men and women surrounding them, appearing from various spots. Carson