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“Before we were interrupted, you were about to tell me if you had any ink.”
    “Wolves can’t.”
    “Really?”
    “When we shift…” Bayden trailed off.
    Axel didn’t pull away at the reminder of what Bayden was. He stayed in his space and ran his fingers up the unmarked skin on Bayden’s arm. It was all Bayden could do not to lean into his touch.
    “Were you serious when you said you play as well as you fight, or were you just talking big in front of the other guys?”
    “I play,” Bayden said, more softly than he intended. He cleared his throat. “I can play just as well as I fight.”
    “You’ve never been here on one of the nights when the back rooms are open.”
    Bayden dropped his gaze. Just because Axel let him drink there, that didn’t mean he’d let him do anything else there. Asking would be—
    “They’ll be open next Saturday night if you want to come along and play.”
    It could be a trap. Axel could be setting him up for anything. He…
    “With you?” Bayden checked.
    “Is that what you want?”
    Bayden shrugged.
    “That’s a pity. I don’t play with men who aren’t interested in me.”
    Bayden jerked his head up. “I didn’t say I’m not interested.”
    “You didn’t say that you are.”
    It would be a stupid thing to tell a human. Giving up information that could be used against him, letting a human know what he wanted, it was asking for trouble.
    Axel’s fingertips still rested on Bayden’s skin. He traced a line up the outside of his arm again before sliding his hand behind Bayden’s head and caressing the nape of his neck. His hand was warm, his touch full of dominance—as if he already knew he had the right to touch Bayden any way he pleased.
    “I…” Bayden took a deep breath. The desire in Axel’s scent gave him courage. “If you did want to play with me, I’d…like that?”
    Axel nodded his approval. “Next Saturday.”
    Bayden nodded.
    Axel brought his hand forward and ran his thumb back and forth across the skin beneath Bayden’s bottom lip. Bayden was sure that Axel wasn’t thinking about cleaning his wounds anymore. He had no doubt Axel was imagining how a werewolf’s lips would feel wrapped around his cock.
    Bayden hardened at the possibility. His erection strained against his jeans. It had been so long since he’d sucked someone off because he actually wanted to. His mouth watered.
    Their eyes met. For a moment, Bayden thought that Axel was going to order him to his knees, or even lean forward and kiss him.
    Axel pulled back. “You might not want to smile for a few days, but you’ll survive.”
    “It’s fine. Wolves—”
    “Heal quickly,” Axel finished for him. “You’ve mentioned that before.”
    “It’s true,” Bayden protested.
    But the moment had passed. Whatever Axel had wanted from him, he didn’t want it anymore, not while his lip was still bleeding. Bayden mentally cursed, wishing he’d let the guy he’d fought give him a black eye instead.
    “Werewolves can’t carry human illnesses,” Bayden blurted out, in case that might help.
    “That’s good to know, but when you come to the club, you’ll follow the same rules as the humans.”
    “I never said I wouldn’t.”
    “That means, unless you’re wearing a guy’s collar, he’s wearing a condom,” Axel went on, without missing a beat.
    Bayden pulled back.
    Axel raised an eyebrow at him.
    “Wolves aren’t dogs.”
    Axel frowned, but the expression soon passed. “A lot of subs wear collars—it shows they belong to their dom. It’s nothing to do with being a dog.”
    “I never said I’m a sub.”
    Axel smiled. He looked amused again, which was better than the frown, but Bayden didn’t get the joke. And humans who made jokes he couldn’t understand were dangerous.
    “Which of us do you think will be calling the shots on Saturday?” Axel asked.
    “You.” That was obvious.
    Axel ruffled Bayden’s hair as he stood up. “That’s close enough for now.”
    Bayden