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at his nudie magazines with two good, clear, human teenager eyes. He could have transformed back into a boy, er…a man again and whacked off under the covers while he thought about her.
    And his ass would most likely feel much less violated.
    He grumbled and tried to raise his head.
    “Yeah, he’s coming out of it now. I know. It pisses me off, too. I hate when people try and make them into pets. But at least they didn’t have him destroyed.”
    Lee’s ears perked up and he managed to raise his head and look at her. That smile came back to him and he felt his fucking tail begin to wag.
    There was no hope for him or his raging hormones.
    “I don’t know where they came from. The collar on this one just says Barklee.”
    Lee started to smile at the sound of his name in her voice, but then he remembered that she thought that he was a wolf.
    And wolves don’t smile.
    And wolves don’t whistle at pretty women or flirt with ladies almost old enough to be his mom no matter how damned good they smell or look or sound. And smart wolves especially don’t try once again to see up the robe of the woman his twenty-nine year old brother had fallen in love with just seconds after Lee himself had.
    But of course, Lee had never been known for his intelligence. Or his impulse control.
    His alpha brother, Damon Alexander Caine, Caine to his family and friends, was a horror writer. A brilliant author of fiction who had been on the best seller lists time and again without anyone ever knowing his true identity. His stories of werewolves and shapeshifters had been hailed as some of the greatest works of modern fiction ever produced with their mixture of erotic content and subtle natural explanations for situations that could have been made lurid. A fact that their entire family had always laughed about since Caine was simply writing down his family’s history and selling it to the public.
    Caine was the alpha because he was smart like that. And cunning. And the most levelheaded, got-it-together man who had ever lived other than their father. Well, that and he was also the toughest son of a bitch who had ever lived. The only one who had ever come close to whipping him had been Lee’s oldest brother.
    Lucius Bartholomew Caine.
    Luke.
    Psychopath by nature.
    Cop by profession.
    Best goddamned detective the police force had ever known. Could sniff out the week old trail of a child molester and then swear to Holy God that the guy’s neck was already in that shape when he found him.
    For some reason, no one ever argued with his claim that child molesters were by nature self mutilators.
    Meaner than a bag full of premenstrual rattlesnakes. And even less friendly to anyone other than one person as far as Lee could ever remember. A full blood, believe it or not. And the only human, full or mixed blood, he had ever loved.
    His brother’s wife.
    Lee sighed again as he thought about Meagan. Luke had loved her as much as Caine had. Hell, they’d all loved her.
    Just like they would all end up loving this one, he suspected.
    “No, I’ll just keep him here with me for now. I’m not going back into the city for another month or so.”
    Lee smiled despite his telling his mouth not to. The bitch looked down at his expression and smiled back questioningly.
    His tailed thumped in drunken appreciation against the hardwood floor.
    “No, I’m not teaching this summer either. I have to be here when the wolf cubs are born so I can tag them and make sure they’re healthy.”
    Cubs?
    Lee watched her move to lean against the table behind her. He rolled over to his back and managed to get his head below the tail of her robe.
    Bingo!
    But then her foot. Oh God her foot! It came up and rubbed his belly…right…oh God!
    Right there!
    Lee couldn’t keep his eyes open to look. He was too busy feeling the happy spot on his belly that she teased with her toes as she stood talking on the phone.
    Wolves don’t smile and wolves don’t whistle at pretty