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protecting him then all bets were off, which was why Ricky agreed
to a mission that could land him dead in the first place. He’d agree to any
option, as long as it meant being away from Clive’s tight leash.
    Self-preservation won over duty.
With his heart painfully hammering against his chest, Ricky pressed the frozen
box to his chest and sprinted out the doors. But little wolf, really? If he was a dominant wolf, he’d make sure
Don wouldn’t call him that again. Too bad, Ricky was what he was. A sob of
relief caught in his throat when he spotted the bus arriving at its stop. Just
a few more steps and he’d be safe. Just a little bit more—
    All the breath was knocked out of
him as a hundred and fifty, maybe two hundred pounds of fur and muscles knocked
him into the ground. Ricky frantically craned his help to yell for help, but
even the small number of humans loitering around the sidewalk were nowhere in
sight.
    “Please. I’ll do anything you want.
I’m sorry,” Ricky pleaded, dropping the box of Tofurky to raise his arms in
defense. The words flowed out of him so naturally and easily that he
immediately felt his wolf’s loathing at his cowardice.
    A quick snap of canines made him
whimper. More unpleasant memories battered at him. While the scars always
healed, the dominant wolves in his pack liked to mark him during sex. Being
under a fully shifted wolf like this, he almost went into a panic attack. His
heart threatened to burst and his lungs labored to keep his breaths even. Ricky
couldn’t be calm though, until he realized the wolf on top of him wasn’t doing
anything but studying him.
    There was no promise of violence or
of pain. Don kept his claws sheathed and while his jaws were within biting
distance, they didn’t move in for a kill. Now that Ricky wasn’t panicking, he
could appreciate the handsome beast above him. In wolf form, Don’s fur was a
startling and beautiful pure snow-white. He kept those intense and drowning
blue eyes too, and Ricky remembered a man still lurked behind the skin of the
animal, a man who was open to reason.
    Was his intention only to stop Ricky
and have a talk?
    “Okay you got me. I’m not going
anywhere, I promise,” Ricky said, hoping those were the words the wolf wanted
to hear.
    He groaned when Don began to sniff
at his face and neck, as if he was trying to familiarize himself with Ricky’s scent.
“Can you get off me now?
    Don didn’t get off him, but the fur
began to flow out of his body like the gentle motion of waves. Ricky had never
seen such a smooth transformation and he was glad he didn’t decide to fight
with claws and teeth. He’d lose and lose badly.
    The other wolf’s masculine scent
began to roll off him. A delicious mix of sweat, leather and
soap. A different sort of whimper emerged from his lips when smooth hard
human flesh was now above him. It wasn’t just Don’s flesh that was hard either.
    Ricky gulped, feeling the other
man’s growing erection. What would it be like, to feel that glorious length
pressed against his bare belly, and what more if it
teased its way between his ass cheeks? It was even better if Ricky had his
meaty shaft in his mouth. Some male submissive wolves didn’t like sucking cock,
but Ricky rather enjoyed the power of having another man’s most fragile and
intimate piece in his mouth. Ricky also suspected he’d immensely enjoy running
his lips and teeth over Don’s cock so he could watch him squirm.
    His wolf sat up, eager and horny.
It whispered suggestively in his ear, “I like this dominant wolf. He’s careful,
deadly and beautiful, and he can be our mate.”
    Shit.
    “You don’t have to be afraid,
little wolf. Like I said, I just want to talk,” Don said, still above him.
    Both his corded arms balanced on
either side of Ricky’s shoulders. Those delicious biceps were something to be
admired and Ricky was tempted to peek at the hint of ink curling around his
shoulders.
    “It looks like you want to do