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    “Mate? What the hell does that mean?”
    “It means I claim you, and then you belong to me.” Tank George’s Turn
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    narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to argue with me about it?” He glared at Tank, frowning. “Claim me? I ain’t being claimed by no one, partner, least of all a Neanderthal like you.” George pointed his finger up into Tank’s face.
    “George.” Tank growled a warning.
    “Don’t George me.” George swung around, connecting his fist into one of the vampire’s jaw. Just because he was arguing didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention to what the two were doing. The guy stumbled back, and that was all George needed. He swung again and again, not letting up. He saw he was having little effect on the guy, but he knew if he stopped, he’d be toast.
    “Dammit, George. Get over here where I can protect you,” Tank shouted to him in irritation.
    “Don’t.” Whack. “Need.” Smack . “Your.” Crunch. “Protection.” George knocked the guy on his ass. He looked over his shoulder briefly to see Tank had the other vampire by his throat, squeezing the undead life out of him.
    “Watch out.” Tank pointed to the one George was dealing with.
    He turned around to see the guy had gotten back up. George reached into the bed of his truck and grabbed the rope, running down the sidewalk with it with the vampire close behind. He stopped, whirled the rope high in the air, and lassoed the sneaky fucker.
    George ran back and looped the rest of the rope around the guy, knowing it wasn’t going to hold him for long.
    George dragged the guy back over to Tank and tossed him on the ground. Turning to the mountain of a man, he thinned his lips. “I ain’t being claimed, Tank.”
    “Why not? I’d be gentle. Don’t let my size scare you.” Tank softened his eyes on him.
    “Gentle? You saying we got to have sex?” George laid his cowboy boot on the vampire’s chest to stop him from getting up.
    “Well, yeah. That’s how I would claim you.” Tank looked at him like it should have been obvious.

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    “I ain’t no one’s bottom boy. I top. That’s what I do.” George put his hands on his hips, blowing up a puff of air to knock away the bangs that had fallen into his eyes.
    “Uh, guys. I’m not hungry anymore, so I’ll just be on my way.” The vampire lying on the ground tied up spoke.
    “Shut up,” George and Tank said in unison.
    “Don’t you think you need to call for backup? Ain’t gonna hold him for long.” George pointed behind him at his capture.
    “Fine, but we’re not finished with this conversation.” Tank pulled out his cell phone and talked rapidly into it, sliding it back into his front pocket.
    “Oh, we’re done. Wolf or no wolf, claim or no claim, I ain’t doin’
    it. You ain’t toppin’ me.” George dropped down on the wiggling vampire and sat on his chest, and then he cocked his arm back and punched him in the face.
    “What was that for?” the vamp yelled.
    “Sit still.” George pointed a finger at him in warning.
    “Be reasonable, mate. How else am I supposed to claim you?” Tank walked over with the other vampire still in his hand.
    “Guess I’ll have to top you. Should work the same.” He crossed his hands over his chest.
    “No, it wouldn’t. I have to be inside of you when I bite you.” Tank threw his arms up in frustration, the guy lifting with his move.
    “Why can’t I bite you? Be inside of you?” George bit out.
    “Duh, you have no canines, at least not long enough. Besides, I don’t think it works that way.”
    George fell on his ass when the vampire broke the ropes and got to his feet.
    “I ain’t that damn hungry.” He turned around and stormed off toward the woods. “Crazy-ass people around here, I swear…” he mumbled as he disappeared.
    “Now see what you done did—”
    “I did? You’re the one being so damn difficult.” Tank tossed his George’s Turn
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    capture to the ground and stepped chest