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flowed between them, pulling them closer and closer to the vortex until they’d finally be sucked in together and remolded as one.
    It was the only thing that made sense. The only reason he could think of why he’d only just met the man yet he knew he would do, say, and be whatever Aslan needed. The bond between two fated witches was powerful, encompassing, intense, and consuming.
    “You’re looking at me funny. Why do you always look at me funny?”
    “Do you always just blurt out what you’re thinking?” Aslan dropped his head to the side and lifted it in a jerky motion that was like shrugging but with his head. “Well, how else are you supposed to know if I don’t tell you?” Torren chuckled in spite of himself. The man had a point. “You are something else.” He kissed the tip of Aslan’s nose and patted the man’s hip to get him to stand. “How are you feeling now?”
    “Better. Just a little sore right here.” He rubbed at the back of his head, grimacing when his hand came away bloody. “Can I take a shower and change before we leave?”
    Though a bit shocked that Aslan was still willing to travel back to Casper with him, Torren kept his face impassive as he nodded once.
    “That’s probably a good idea. Would you like me to pack your things while you shower?”
    Sidling up to him and rubbing against his chest like a cat in heat, Aslan even purred. “I’d like it better if you took a shower with me.” Torren swallowed hard as his cock jerked inside his khakis. Oh, sweet mercy, he was in so much trouble. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    Rolling his eyes, Aslan palmed Torren’s growing erection through the fabric of his pants and squeezed. “This says otherwise.” Oh, his cock was all for the idea of getting Aslan naked and slippery. His brain was the part of his anatomy rebelling. The pull to claim his other half and bind them was too strong, though, and he couldn’t—would not—do that without his mate’s approval. He had doubts that Aslan even knew he was a witch, and that meant the guy wouldn’t understand the enormity of what encompassed their bonding.
    “We need to talk.” He never knew that four little words could be so painful to speak. His cock throbbed angrily inside his boxers, begging that he shut the fuck up and just take what was so willingly offered.
    “Talk later,” Aslan mumbled, slipping his hands beneath the hem of Torren’s sweater and caressing the taut skin covering his abs.
    Torren couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped him as those small hands roamed his stomach, mapping out each clenching muscle with his fingertips before moving up to pinch and tug at his nipples.
    There was something important that he’d been about to say. He was sure of it. Aslan’s hands on him short-circuited his brain, though, and any thought not related to having his mate naked and writhing on his cock was forgotten.
    This wasn’t right. He was bigger, stronger, older—definitely the alpha of the relationship. He should be the aggressor, the dominant seducer. Never in all of his years had he ever been as bold and straightforward in his pursuit of someone as the man pawing at him.
    Aslan knew what he wanted and wasn’t shy about demanding he get it.
    “You’re supposed to want me. Jory said you would want me.”
    “Oh, make no mistake, little one. I definitely want you.” He was going out of his mind with wanting his mate. Grabbing Aslan around the wrists to stop his wandering hands, he gently eased the man away from him and took a deep, calming breath. “We need to talk.” Aslan hung his head, his arms going limp in Torren’s grasp. “I’m sorry if I did it wrong.”
    That did it. Torren’s heart shattered right there in his chest. “Come here, baby.” He turned them so that he could sit on the side of the bed and urged Aslan into his lap. The man complied, but there was no eagerness about him any longer. It was though he was simply doing what he thought was