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compose himself. Raw rage unlike anything he felt before coursed through his veins.

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    The bastard who laid a hand on his mate was a walking, talking, breathing dead man. He crossed the room and took a deep breath, opening the door slowly, and knelt down in front of his mate. His heart shattered into a thousand tears when he heard Nero.
    “Everything has to be perfect. Everything has to be aligned.
    Nothing out of place. Everything in its place.” Nero chanted over and over again. “You’ll get it right or you’ll get it.” He began to cry as he recited the next line from somewhere deep inside of him. A memory so painful, Gunnar’s heart wrenched.
    “Come to me, nutter. Come to Gunny.” Gunnar held his arms out, his mate scrambling to get into them. Nero laid his head on Gunnar’s shoulder, tears leaking down Gunnar’s back. He held his mate tight against him, wishing the pain away. “Who hurt you, baby?”
    “Daddy.” He whimpered.
    The son of a bitch was going to pay for this. Gunnar would make sure of it. Gunnar couldn’t understand child abuse. He couldn’t even imagine laying a hand on Melonee, the mate Tangee’s five-year-old sister who lived here. There was nothing she could do that would warrant such violence.
    “You’re safe, baby. No one is ever going to hurt you again. Got that?”
    Nero nodded against his shoulder.
    Gunnar crawled into the bed, pulling Nero with him. He just lay there petting his mate’s back, making soothing noises in his ear.
    Thoughts of vengeance were heavy on his mind. The man wouldn’t get away with what he had done.
    “Can we…?”
    “What, nutter?” Gunnar pulled him closer, wanting his mate to feel safe and cocooned in his arms. He placed one hand on the back of Nero’s head, the other on his back, burrowing his face in his nutter’s neck. Gunnar wanted to weep for the torture his mate must have endured.
    “Can we do that again?” Nero pulled away and asked hesitantly.

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    “What? This?” Gunnar lapped at his neck, nuzzling him as his hands skimmed all over his nutter’s body. Nero’s skin was as soft as satin.
    “Yeah, that, that would be it. Yes, yes it would.” Nero wiggled next to him until he was facing Gunnar. Looking uncertain, his mate leaned his head back and began kissing him.
    Gunnar broke the kiss, hating to have to do so, but the question needed to be asked. “Are you sure?” Gunnar panted. If his mate kept this up, it would be next to impossible to stop. He had to be sure.
    “Please, Gunny.”
    Oh, how his mate said his name. He could get anything he wanted asking that way. Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, Gunnar poured a generous amount into his hand, smashing Nero’s hand with his, sharing the lube with his mate. He tossed the bottle aside. “Wrap your hand around my cock.”
    Nero did as told, and Gunnar grabbed Nero’s prick with his lubed fingers. “Just do what I do.” Gunnar began to pump his hand, giving his mate the best hand job he ever had. Well, actually his first hand job, which thrilled Gunnar.
    Nero’s small fingers were driving him nuts, unsteady at first, jerking without rhythm. His mate caught on quick, taking Gunnar to the highest peaks. “That’s it, baby. Harder.” His mate mewled, squeezing Gunnar’s cock harder, pumping faster. “Gonna blow. Close, real close. Really, really close.” His mate cried out as his semen erupted from deep inside, bathing Gunnar’s hand.
    Gunnar roared. Nero’s hand was like magic, bringing him a release better than he ever produced himself. He wasn’t a virgin, not by a long shot, but being with your mate made it different. Special.
    Fuck, he sounded all Hallmark and shit.
    “Gunny,” Nero moaned.
    “I got you, nutter.” Gunnar pulled him close, holding his hand to Nero’s lips. “Lick it off.” Gunnar held his breath as Nero’s little pink 38
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    tongue darted out, licking his hand like a kitten licked cream. Fuck, that