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to chest with his mate.
    “To hell with this.” The second vampire got to his feet and took off after the first one.
    “Me? You’re the one who wants to fuck me. No way, no how.” George stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. Telling Tank in no uncertain terms that it wasn’t happening.
    Headlights flooded them, and three large guys got out of the truck with a look of bewilderment crossing their faces. They looked from Tank to George, their eyebrows furrowing.
    “That way.” Tank jammed his thumb over his shoulder, pointing in the direction the pair had taken off in.
    The three nodded and ran, shifting as they entered the woods.
    “Where the hell did I move to? Brothers Grimm? Wolves and vampires. Next you’re gonna tell me trolls live under a damn bridge somewhere.” George paced over to his truck, leaning against it, crossing his ankles. “Seems we’re at an impasse, Tank. Sorry, I ain’t bottoming.”
    Tank rubbed his hands over his head, looking like he was ready to punch someone out. Maybe the guy should have held onto the vamp a little longer and taken his frustrations out on him. Whatever the case may be, George wasn’t budging.
    “Okay, just once then. Long enough to claim you? We can argue over topping after that until the cows come home,” Tank pleaded.
    “No.” George pushed off his truck, walking back to the rear of the diner.
    “George,” Tank called out to him.
    “No,” George shot over his shoulder as he disappeared.
    “Fuck,” Tank yelled in frustration, loud enough for George to hear him.

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    Lynn Hagen

    Chapter Four

    “I’d like to invite you to dinner at my house.” Tank stood inside the kitchen, watching George cook. Man, if he wasn’t a gorgeous sight. Tight denim jeans, midnight-blue T-shirt stretched over an impressive chest, and black cowboy boots to top it off. Tank fought the urge to toss his mate over the marble countertop and fuck his brains out.
    “Okay. You do know I don’t get off until nine?” George turned around and stared at Tank, his blue eyes twinkling in the light.
    Tank wanted to lick the goatee around his mouth and nip at the soul patch under his bottom lip. “Yeah. Pick you up then?”
    “I can drive. Just give me your address. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.” George spoke softly, and Tank’s hard-on throbbed in his jeans.
    His mate looked like one of those boy-next-door types. Handsome, rugged, and drool-worthy.
    “Okay, I’ll go write it down.” Tank pushed the kitchen doors open and headed back into the dining area. He reached under the counter for a scrap sheet of paper, borrowing a pen from the cup filled with them by the register.
    “Got a date?” Cody asked quietly as he walked next to Tank
    “Yeah, he’s agreed to come to dinner. What do I feed someone who can cook when I can’t?” Tank scribbled down the address and the directions. It was an estate buried far back from the country road, set back into the forest for privacy and room for the wolves to run and be themselves.
    “Takeout?” Cody suggested.
    “Never thought of that. Maybe I can get two to-go orders.” George’s Turn
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    “Tank, I wouldn’t suggest having him cook what he’s gonna come over and eat. Try the Chinese place in town. I hear they’re pretty good.” Cody chuckled.
    “Right. Never thought of that.”
    “Tank have mate?” Keata asked from the stool by the register.
    “Almost, little buddy. Almost.” Tank ruffled Keata’s hair as he stepped back in the kitchen and gave George the directions, both men staring at one another for a moment. Tank knew George felt the pull, and that’s why he kept agreeing to see him. Now he just needed him to agree to the claiming, which was easier said than done.

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    George checked the paper Tank had given him then looked back up at the massive house he was sitting in front of. This couldn’t be right. The place was huge. There were at least ten pickups lining the gravel drive and three large