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wide open, and as Scott fell heavily on his injured leg, he registered that his strategy had actually worked. Drake was dead.
    Then he howled in misery as his leg buckled underneath him and he would have fallen completely flat on his face if two huge hands hadn’t caught him as he fell.  Hang on a minute, where did the hands come from? Scott’s muddled mind tried to process what was happening.
    Then he heard Damien’s voice yell at him, “Shift damn it,” and well , he thought, wasn’t that just a bit rude.  Shivering a bit at Damien’s tone, Scott shifted to find Damien standing over him, as he lay on the ground.
    Throwing his mate a cheeky grin, because hey why couldn’t he tease the man just once before the asshole left to go back to Texas, Scott asked, “Did we get ‘em?”
    Damien looked at his mate sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his arm wound, a cheeky as smile on his gorgeous face , and was overcome with so many emotions he could barely breathe.  Anger and lust were the two big ones and they were threatening to tear him apart. He just couldn’t help himself.  Reaching down, Damien picked Scott up by his armpits and held the man up so they were eye level and an arms distance apart.
    “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” Damien roared and without warning he pulled Scott to his chest and sank his teeth into the juncture between Scott’s neck and shoulder. Scott’s cock went from zero to one hundred in two seconds flat, and Scott climaxed in spectacular fashion, spilling his seed all over Damien’s abdomen.
    Damien drank deeply from the bite in his mate’s neck, overcome with pleasure that came from the taste of Scott’s blood, the smell of Scott’s come and the feeling of rightness of what he had done.  When he felt Scott sag against him he carefully removed his teeth from the muscle, licking the wound and then raising his head he let out a triumphant howl, proclaiming to all that could hear that he had found his mate.  Scott didn’t hear it though, he had passed out. He’d had a really long day.
     

Chapter Six
    When Scott came too , he was alone in his bed.  For a moment he had to stop and think about how he got there.  Then his memories came flooding back - the fight, the pain in his arm and Damien.  Damien yelling at him, biting him.  And giving him the most powerful orgasm of his life.  Fuck.  He’d been claimed.  He’d been claimed by a man who had said less than twenty words to him in two days. Worse, he’d been claimed by the Alpha of the San Antonio Pack in Texas. 
    But, thought Scott, maybe not.  Damien and Scott weren’t having sex when Damien bit him.  Maybe it didn’t take.   Then maybe he could just hide in his room until the guys from Texas went home and his life could go back to normal.  Scott was surprised to feel the pang of hurt in his heart at the thought of never seeing Damien again, and knew with everything that he was, that sooner or later he was going to be living in Texas, whether this mating bite took or not. But it didn’t have to be today.
    Groaning, Scott went to sit up.  He felt surprisingly good , considering all of the fighting he had done on the past two days.  Hearing the door to his room open, he was relieved to see the figure of his twin coming in.  He wasn’t ready to face Damien yet.  Not until he had worked out what he was going to do.
    Troy came over and sat down on the bed beside him, putting his arm across his twin’s shoulder. 
    “How you feeling?”  He asked.
    “Surprisingly good,” Scott said, looking down at his arm where he had been injured.  The arm was healed, obviously Shawn’s work.  Then he reached up to find the spot where Damien had bitten him.  That too was healed , but Scott could feel the ridge of the scarring left by Damien’s teeth.
    “Yes, it took,” Troy said, “The scar ’s as plain as day.  Shawn tried to heal it, because we all figured the mating wouldn’t work without sex,