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usually his kink, but he doubted anyone could resist watching.
    A bartender in a tight microsilk-and-kleather corset approached him with a saucy wink as a greeting. “Hey, handsome. You looking for Lorelei?”
    He shook his head, pulling his gaze away from the show. “Just looking for a beverage.”
    â€œWhat’ll you have?”
    â€œSynthbrew. I’ll open the bottle myself, if you don’t mind.” Too many years with too many people trying to kill or disable him meant he didn’t take chances with ending up drugged or poisoned. He might not live that life anymore, but old habits died hard. Besides, this was the Vermilion.
    She grinned and didn’t look insulted, thank Deus. “Sure. In the bottle, we have German falsch-hefeweizen or English simu-stout.”
    â€œHefeweizen.”
    She dipped down behind the bar and came back up with his order, sliding it across the polyglass to him. Her gaze went to someone behind him, and a dimple flashed when she smiled. “Quill.”
    A man walked up and propped one elbow on the bar, facing Kienan. Black nanotats laced up the side of his neck to his jaw, and a thick mercurite hoop pierced one ear. More nanotats peeked out of the sleeves of his jacket, wrapped around his wrists, and covered the tops of his hands. He smiled in a way that said he was good-looking and knew it. Tall and muscular, his brown hair cropped short, his golden eyes alight with interest as he looked Kienan over.
    â€œWhat have we here?” The man all but purred, and Kienan could smell the feline on him. “Hello.”
    Kienan nodded a greeting, feeling heated awareness skitter down his flesh.
    â€œAre you enjoying the Peep Show?” The feline gestured to the windows behind the bar.
    â€œIs that what it’s called?” Kienan didn’t bother to look, keeping his focus on the other man. There was something . . . different about this one. Something Kienan liked.
    The golden-eyed man waited a beat before he spoke again. “I’m Quilliam North. Quill.”
    â€œKienan Vaughn.” Deus, when was the last time he’d used his real name to introduce himself? A downward rush, a horror tangled with a sense of utter liberty. He took a deep drag of his beer. “I’m Pierce’s cousin.”
    â€œYou’re a gray wolf, too, then?”
    â€œYes.” More information than he’d offered a stranger in one minute than he had to anyone else in years. It was heady. “And you are?”
    â€œA leopard.” A slow smile spread across the other man’s face and attraction sparked inside of Kienan. He held out his hand to shake, wanting to touch. The craving was sudden, sharp, an unexpected bonus to his first night of freedom. When was the last time he’d allowed himself to just feel without considering the ramifications to whatever mission he was on? Not since he’d joined the military at eighteen. Not since he’d been recruited into the murkier organizations of the government.
    Sexual interest shone in the taller man’s gaze, enough to make Kienan’s muscles tighten, his cock begin to stiffen. The moment their flesh touched, instinct exploded inside of Kienan’s head. Mate.
    A shudder ran through him, and he clenched his jaw as the attraction turned into hot, wild lust. Unstoppable need. His cock went harder than mercurite, and his hand tightened around Quill’s.
    The other man’s eyebrow arched, and a little smile kicked up the corner of his mouth. “I had a meeting with Lorelei before her sister arrived and kicked me out of the office. She mentioned Pierce’s cousin was staying at Tail for a few days. You’ll be in town for a bit?”
    â€œCome back to my room.” Kienan couldn’t care less about meetings or anything other than the fact that this man was his. His mate. The blood rushed through his veins as his heart raced and his breathing sped. His dick was so