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his own, so close to bonding them
    together properly, forever.
    Then he was there, and he had to bite down on the pillow beside  his lover just to keep from roaring out his release too loudly.
    He still pumped his hips in jerky movements, until he’d finally  finished and was able to comfortably collapse on top of Jason.
    His mate. Jason was his, and he would be Jason’s forever.
    Now that he’d gotten the proper release he’d been so aching for, his body was ready to fall back into recovery mode. He’d damn near passed out when he heard Jason’s sleepy proclamation.
    “We are doing that again.”

    Handcuffed to the Werewolf                      47

    Chapter Seven
    Maybe it was just because of the night he’d had or the silver he’d been unintentionally poisoned with, but Mick didn’t wake up again until the sun was in the middle of the sky. That meant he’d slept for
    nearly six hours.
    Six hours, and still no one had found them here. Maybe if the  hunters were looking, they were avoiding the camper, thinking that a  bunch of humans were nearby.
    Whatever the reason, Mick was happy to snuggle closer to his  snoozing lover, gently wake him so that they could have another slow,  lazy go, which Jason was still more than willing to cooperate with.
    By now Mick had come to realize that Jason was not going to  simply go back to his normal life, whatever that had been. Jason  would follow him, even after the chains came off. And Mick never
    felt happier.
    That happiness made him soft, and he was still lying with Jason in  his arms, spooned up behind him, when he should have been making  plans to get back to his pack.
    “I should meet your family,” Mick said after a time. “I wouldn’t  want them knowing what I am, but they’ll at least need to meet me to  know who their son is with.”
    Even before he finished that sentence, he could feel the way Jason tensed up in his arms.
    Clearly, that wasn’t a good idea. “What’s wrong?” Mick asked.
    “I don’t have a family,” Jason answered quietly.
    Mick puzzled over that. “Everyone has family. What about your friends?”

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    “Don’t have any of those either,” Jason muttered.
    That was  right. Deacon was being a prick about announcing how  Jason lived alone, but Mick had thought that there had to be someone  somewhere that Jason knew.
    The topic was clearly upsetting him, but Mick couldn’t leave it
    alone.
    “What happened to them?”
    Jason hesitated. “You haven’t known me long enough for me to  be dumping baggage onto you.”
    “It’s not baggage. You’re mine and I’m yours. I want to be there  for you whenever you need me,” Mick said. “But that doesn’t mean  I’ll be upset if you need to keep a few things to yourself. Everyone’s  allowed to have their secrets.”
    Jason half turned to look at him over his shoulder. “Really?”
    “Of course. I’m a werewolf. We wouldn’t be able to survive if we
    didn’t keep secrets from people,” he said. “If it makes you feel any  better, I don’t have any family either. I came into my pack pretty  young, met James when we were still kids, before he was the alpha,  and he brought me to his pack, and that’s where I’ve stayed. They’re  the closest thing I have to a family.”
    “Do you love them?” Jason asked.
    Mick was becoming worried over how small Jason’s voice was  becoming. “Yes.”
    “They won’t be mad at you for bringing me back?”
    “What? No. Why would they?”
    Jason sighed. “Because I’m a guy.” The way he said it made it out  as though Mick should have known better.
    Then he understood. “Jason, did your family disown you?”
    Jason nodded. “Yeah. Little hard to be a gay Catholic in a small  town, you know? Everyone knows everyone else’s secrets.”
    “Baby, I’m sorry that happened to you. But James took a male  mate. Corey.