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women.
    But what nineteen-year-old human boy gets to do this?
    Lee let his eyes roll back in his head and thought about all of the lectures he was going to get when Caine found out that he had allowed this to go on. It was worse than whacking off under the covers. It was more vile than sniffing Anita Jameson’s chair after third period English class.
    This was the heroin of a dog’s world. The catnip of canines.
    And Lee was acting like a total crack whore.
    With his brother’s future bitch, no less.
    He could see the scar across his boyishly gorgeous face now. Caine was going to be furious with him. And he would most likely put a beating on his poor, already violated ass like never before. Luke would even join in on this thrashing. It would most likely be worse than it had been when he’d announced his professional plans to his over-achieving, brilliant beyond any IQ test brothers.
    William Barklee Caine was a drummer. In a rock band, of course. The Doggy Styles. Lee himself had come up with the name.
    And he had finally managed to stop chewing up his drumsticks. Although Caine did still throw one occasionally to catch him off guard. Lee hated when the urge to fetch came out without his wanting it to. It was more embarrassing than morning wood at band camp.
    But her toes made him forget about embarrassment or past pain suffered at the teeth and hands of his brothers. As well as the pain he would suffer at the end of his pleasure. Lee let her rub his belly as he listened to her conversation. And as he fought the urge to lean over and lick himself.
    “No, we can’t use him. Even for stud.”
    Yes you can! I’m a stud!
    “No, we can’t. I don’t care how hard up we get. I’m not passing this defect along.”
    Hey? What the…
    “Yes, it will show up again. It’s genetic.”
    Lee rolled over to his stomach, surprising even himself with the control he was learning over his pleasure urges. But his manhood or doghood or something to do with his sexual prowess was being questioned. And Caine would beat him even more severely for letting that go unchallenged.
    “I may just take him home with me.”
    Oh please, God! Oh yes!
    “I’ll have to housebreak him though.”
    Not a problem, babe.
    “And he’ll have to have shots.”
    Just stay away from my ass and we’re good. Okay?
    And I’ll definitely have to have him neutered.”
    Neu…
    Her smile turned into a laugh.
    “Maybe I’ll get it half price since there’s only one to cut off.”
    Lee swallowed hard enough to pass a hairball.
    “I know. An ascended testicle in a wolf is rare. Weird, isn’t it?”
    No, it’s not weird! It’s huge! I didn’t need two of them! Dad told me that’s how I was supposed to be and that there was nothing for me to be ashamed of.
    Her hand came down and scratched. Behind the ears. Lee knew that his wounded wolfish pride should have made him bite her fingers, but goddamn, this woman was good. And she knew so many great places to rub!
    But now, she also knew things that Lee had never wanted anyone other than his family and his future wife to know.
    He could see the Rolling Stone cover now.
    Barklee Caine: Two Grammys, One Nut.
    He lay down and whined at the thought. And then shivered in disgusted excitement when her fingers ran down his ribs and patted his rump.
     

Chapter Three
    Chloe stared at the man in front of her with a mixture of awe and intrigue.
    “…so he got away from me and we’ve been looking…”
    “What did you say your name was?”
    The man rolled his eyes and reached into his back pocket. Chloe eyed the badge and the identification.
    L. B. Caine.
    Homicide.
    “So your name is L.B.?” Chloe smiled at the man and felt the wet nuzzle of wolf nose against the back of her bare leg. She reached down to scratch Barklee behind his ears before absently tightening her robe around her.
    The man shook his head and then nodded. Nervously. Chloe smiled at his state.
    “My name is Luke,” he said almost reluctantly.