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window of the shitty little abandoned cabin  he’d holed up in for the winter. That love for the kill was the only  reason he was still out here for the winter. There were going to be  some stragglers to pick off after that one pack had been destroyed,  and Tatum wanted to be there to make sure they all found a safe,  warm place with him.
    He got back to work cleaning his rifles and sharpening his knives.
    * * * *

    It had been the worst idea of Morgan’s life, getting into that shower with Terry. The omega wouldn’t take no for an answer, and  Morgan’s cock wouldn’t take no for an answer either.

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    He had to remind himself that Terry was a wild werewolf. How that had come about, Morgan didn’t know, but Terry was much more open to the idea of being claimed by his mate just because of it. More than once Morgan had to prevent Terry from sliding to his knees in front of him and to keep the smaller man from kissing him.
    It was hard because Terry didn’t want to touch the soap bar, leaving Morgan to lather up the younger man himself. Terry had seemed to take that as an open invitation and was constantly trying to puff out his chest so that Morgan would touch his nipples.
    Morgan was not hungry anymore. Not for food, at least. He figured he could do without and give Terry the second bowl of soup still waiting for them in the bedroom.
    Thankfully, when he reminded the other man about it, Terry forgot all about being horny and bounded over to the bowl.
    Morgan watched him scarf down the soup with the same vigor as before. Only this time, he didn’t look up at Morgan with distrust, and he managed to eat without getting any on him.
    At least until he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
    Morgan grabbed a washcloth and cleaned it away.
    It made him wonder, would Terry always be like this? This childlike, innocent being that trusted him so wholeheartedly simply because Morgan fed him?
    Or would that wildness eventually seep out of him once he had more contact with other werewolves like Nick or Corey, or even the other new werewolves who’d come to be part of DeWitt’s pack.
    Not only had James taken in the survivors from Phillip’s pack, but other nearly wild werewolves had come to him as well. They were mostly okay and not nearly as far gone as Terry appeared to be. Was that because they had escaped the alphas who were dragging them around? Most of those werewolves had been omegas with the exception of Cole and Trevor.
    Did Terry somehow get separated from them?
    Terry was giving him that look again, and Morgan barely noticed

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    it as he washed the younger man’s hands. He didn’t notice it until it  was too late, and Terry’s mouth was on Morgan’s.
    His dick hadn’t stopped throbbing since before they’d gone into  the shower together. The need to claim his mate was too much, and  his body started to shiver and shake like it had done before.
    The hot, electric sensation jolted through his entire body when  Terry reached his hand down and wrapped those warm fingers around  Morgan’s prick.
    He moaned into Terry’s mouth.
    That was it. There was no turning back, and he no longer wanted  to stop himself. Morgan grabbed Terry under his armpits and  practically threw him on top of the bed. He climbed onto the other  man. Terry’s eyes had turned gold, and he stared at Morgan with  undisguised lust on his face.
    No one had ever looked at him like that before.
    When Terry’s hands started to massaged Morgan’s shoulders and chest, his fingers brushing against Morgan’s nipples until they hardened under his touch, Morgan decided to act now before it was too late and he completely lost it.
    He grabbed Terry’s hands and pinned them by the wrists above his head. Terry’s eyes widened as he looked up and saw just why he couldn’t move. “No…”
    “How old