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you to give me. The thought of Blake pounding into him had Leif biting his lip as he
struggled not to come in his pants before he left the car.
Blake inhaled deeply, a seductive smile tipping his lips. I like the sound of that. If
this is a common occurrence, we might want to get you a bigger car.
Leif swallowed audibly. Damn, you know how to drive me crazy. Let s go before I
need to schedule time with a chiropractor.
Laughter followed him out of the car. He slammed the door after himself, barely
waiting for Blake to grab his bag from the trunk before heading for the elevator.
A pinch on his ass made him yelp. Leif swatted the laughing wolf shifter before
pressing the button to call the elevator car. Stop that.
Blake s scent filled his nose as the wolf shifter leaned over Leif s shoulder and
whispered in his ear. I can t. You are too delicious to pass up.
If you make any big bad wolf analogies, you are sleeping on my couch.
Yes, dear. Blake s body shook with soft laughter behind him.
Evil wolf, Leif said. Even he could hear his fondness for Blake in his tone.
He kept a careful foot of space between them as they entered the elevator. Leif
knew if he so much as touched a pinky to Blake, he d have the man up against the
elevator wall. Leif licked his lips, and Blake whimpered. At least the attraction was
mutual. It would ve sucked if Leif were the only one who felt the pull between them. He
pressed the button to the sixth floor.
The elevator rose fast, then stopped with an electronic beep. Thank fuck, Blake
whispered. Leif bit back laughter as Blake followed him off the elevator. At least he
wasn t the only impatient one.
Here it is six-oh-five, Leif announced as he dug his keys out of his pocket.
Excitement had him fumbling as he tried to unlock the door. Anticipation shook him like
a hungry wolf with its prey.
Give them to me. Blake snatched the keys away, growling low.
Sorry. Leif stepped aside, careful not to make eye contact and challenge Blake s
wolf. He didn t want to ruin the night with a mauling. Leif s inner raven ruffled its
feathers, ready to fight back if the wolf got out of control.
Blake sighed. Turning around, he slid the back of his fingers holding the keys down
Leif s left cheek. His eyes glowed gold, but he d pulled back the snarl in his tone.
I m not growling at you. I m upset because I don t have you ass naked and bent
over the couch.
Oh. Leif shivered. The sexual energy between them sparked from his cheek to his
toes.
Blake s smile had taken on a sharper edge, the wolf trying to get at him. It was
possibly the sexiest thing Leif had ever seen.
Mate?
Leif s raven cawed its approval of their lover. Blake waved for Leif to go in first. Leif
stepped inside and flicked on the light.
A soft meow greeted that action.
This is nice. Blake rumbled behind him.
Leif examined his apartment. He didn t often bring men home, but he d needed
Blake here. His bird recognized Blake as a potential nest mate and had insisted.
A second soft meow drew Blake s attention. You have a cat?
Leif shrugged. I ll talk to Dare about feeding her while I m gone. I don t want her
to starve. She s lost her will to scavenge. The last part was said pointedly at the fluffy
kitten. The tiger-striped creature licked her paw with a fine sense of disdain as if waiting
for Leif to give in and admit he d become a cat owner.
Where d you get her? Blake set down his bag to regard the tiny feline.
Leif plucked her from the back of the couch and scratched her head. She hated it
when he rumpled her newly licked fur. The annoyed expression made him chuckle. I
saved her from a dumpster. I think she s adopted me. I can t get her to go home with
anyone else.
Maybe the other people are just smart enough to know a demon spawn when they
see one. Blake eyed the kitty as she rubbed against Leif. She s marking you so my wolf
will be put off by her scent.
Is he? Will you let a tiny cat claim what is yours?
Are you mine? Blake s question ended in a low growl.
For now. Leif refused to agree to more. He d be an idiot to promise forever when
he really didn t know the wolf shifter well.
Blake stepped closer until his heat warmed the air between them. Let s see if we
can make that a more permanent answer.
Leif set the cat on the floor. He d barely released her when Blake yanked him
against his hard body. Need flooded Leif, an aching, twisting desire he d never
experienced before. His fingertips transformed to claws. Leif jerked back.
You okay? Blake reeled him back in until their bodies were flush together.
Raising his hands, he sighed at their return to normal. Yeah, my hands had never
done that before.
Date a lot of shifters?
Leif frowned, trying to make the connection between his semi-transformation and
Blake s question. I don t usually date. I can t chance a human finding out about me, and
other shifters don t want a bird.
Prejudice between shifters was alive and well. Although larger predators often
mated on another, they rarely considered an avian worthy of consideration.
I only ask because sometimes sex between shifters brings out our other half. If you
aren t used to that, we ll take it slow. Blake s consideration and the care in his eyes
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