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regret. His little fireball was everything he could ever want in a mate, diabetes and all.
    “I love you, pumpkin.”
    Gabby smiled a big goofy grin up at Montana. “You’re still not getting any ass.”
    Montana had been in the doghouse ever since Nevada started teething, telling him that the pain wasn’t worth the cock and they were only having one child. He knew his mate would change his mind. Gabby’s morning, afternoon, and even his evening wood told Montana he would get to dip back into his pumpkin real soon.

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    Dagon pulled his bike into the gravel drive, the urge hitting him hard to run to the bathroom and jack off for the fifth time. Taylor pulled at his shoulders, dismounting the bike. His jean-clad cock slid up Dagon’s back, making his own dick jump and plead for more attention.
    He was convinced Taylor was going to make him set a world record for the highest number of masturbation sessions in one day.
    “Let’s get inside,” Dagon choked out, his voice returning to its prepubescent stage. The little devil smirked at him. Taylor knew what he was doing. Dagon had no doubt about it.
    Taylor placed his helmet on the seat of the bike, pulling his leather off and draping it over his arm. “I had a nice time, thank you.”
    “Me, too.” After a thousand trips to the bathroom, and almost getting caught twice by people coming in and hearing his frustrated grunts. What a day.

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    Opening the front door and letting his mate in, Dagon nearly had a heart attack when the entire house jumped out and yelled, “Surprise!” It would have been a surprise if he attacked their dumb asses for taking one hundred years off of his life expectancy.
    The foyer began to sing “Happy Birthday” to Taylor. His mate was grinning from ear to ear, and his hand grabbed Dagon’s as he stepped a little closer. Taylor initiating hand-holding was a step toward progress. He would have him screaming to the gods by tonight.
    Hopefully.
    Maybe.
    If not, he would sleep in the bathroom…naked.
    His mate was carted off by the other mates. Music blasted throughout the den and foyer. With so many people, the excess had spilled out of the party room. Law growled when he heard the song playing.
    I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can’t deny…
    “You think you’re smart, don’t you!” Josh yelled from somewhere.
    Dagon cracked up. His brother’s mate did have a big bodacious booty. Thank goodness Taylor hadn’t inherited it. His butt was perfect, a small bubble, not a hot air balloon.
    He saw from the corner of his eye Nero and Cecil high- fiving each other.
    “Come on.” Taylor appeared at his side, pulling Dagon into the room of sweaty and dancing bodies. Dagon grabbed Taylor, spun him around, and pulled his ass to Dagon’s crotch, swinging his hips around to the music.
    Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt…baby got back…
    He was shocked and pleased that Taylor not only didn’t protest, he was pushing back into Dagon. Why did there have to be a room Dagon’s Ride
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    full of people? His mate seemed receptive now, and Dagon wanted to test that theory.
    Crap . He moved away when he spotted Melonee making her way toward them. Guess the dirty dancing would be reserved for their bedroom, hopefully. Visions of porcelain and faucets made Dagon groan.
    “I want to dance with him.” Melonee pulled his mate away.
    After a few more songs, and plenty of tense moments when Taylor danced seductively with him, they all adjourned to the dining room to cut the cake. He and Taylor stood up front, his mate blowing the candles out. Everyone clapped, and Dagon took that moment to lay a blazing kiss on his mate’s lips. Cheers, catcalls, and whistles echoed through the room.
    “Happy birthday,” Dagon growled into his mate’s parted lips. His hand held Taylor’s neck, his thumb caressing his mate’s nape.
    “Ung,” Taylor replied.
    “No sex in room.” Keata giggled as