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    “Yep, you’re a tiger, buddy. From the look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t remember shifting and stalking here.” She frowned. “Is that a common thing during bonding? Lucky did that shit a few times too, in the beginning. Thankfully we sorted it out. It got really funny finding him asleep in the oddest places in his quest to dominate me.”
    The light footsteps from the other side of the door made him scramble up to stand, only since he wasn’t quite awake yet, his legs crossed and he swayed to the side, knocking over Cecelia who’d been crouched down beside him.
    The door whooshed open and Amara’s face filled his vision. Her hair was plaited and she wore dark jeans, a ripped t-shirt with a logo he didn’t recognize, and shit kickers.He chortled.
    Cecelia giggled behind him, and he rotated his face to see her lying on her back staring at the ceiling and banging her fist on the floor. “I forgot how fucking heavy you are, you bastard. Wait until I tell Lucky.”
    “Are you trying to get him stabbed?” Amara said, causing him to turn back to her, mesmerized by her voice.
    “No,” Lucky’s mate said, “but he’s ribbed me since I got here, and I think it’s about time he got some payback.”
    “You’re an unusual woman,” Amara noted, then stepped over Oliver’s tall back.
    He hadn’t noticed he’d moved closer to her, drawn by her scent and the new need to rub his flank against her legs. He arched his back as she tried to get over him, and he ended up lifting her up off her feet. He decided to try and carry her where she needed to go, not wanting her body leaving his. The contact was necessary. Vital, even.
    Her hands gripped his fur and she squealed. “Put me down, you oaf.”
    Rather than risk her bailing off his back, he stopped and roared.
    “Very scary,” Cecelia grumbled next to him, covering her ears. “I think he wants you to stay put,” she said to Amara. He couldn’t see what his mate did, but Cecelia rolled her eyes. “Think of it as a unique taxi ride, or, you can pretend you’re on a camel!”
    “What the fuck?” Lucky’s voice called from down the hall. Oliver lifted his face, closed his mouth, then licked his chops.
    Lucky shook his head, glanced to his right, and pointed at him. Hammer and Brick rounded the hallway, eyes bulged, and then all three men doubled over with laughter. Undeterred, Oliver tilted his head further up and sauntered right past the bastards, carrying his woman, feeling like the luckiest man on earth. Well, tiger, anyway.
    That is, until the woman on his back started digging her heels into his side, then kicked him a few times and leapt off, bounding down the hall with laughter on her back.
    He glanced back at his brothers who were still laughing their asses off, swished his tail at them, and took off after Amara.
    He rounded the last corner with his head down and slammed into something hard. The momentum carried him further, his legs sliding out from under him on the linoleum, and he heaped into the wall. As he shook his head, he saw Amara grinning over her shoulder as she full out ran down the last hallway and burst through the main room’s doors.
    The tiger was both irritated and amused by its mate’s ability to play, however, the human side wasn’t so enamored and started spouting how love shouldn’t be so hard, and whined about how it seemed so easy between his bonded brothers and their mates.
    Rather than chase after his mate, he slowly walked toward his apartment so he could change back into a man, shower, and get dressed. Then he could deal with his dodgy mate and claim her proper.

6 Chapter Six
    “That fucker is crazy,” Amara giggled to her sister as they ate at one of the small tables in the kitchen area of the club. There was a long wooden table with benches on either side, and a surplus of other round, rectangular, and oval tables with mismatched chairs. It made the space feel eclectic and homey. Not like the sterile