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    Lance enjoyed the warm, comforting touch of Markus’s hands on his shoulders, as well as the soft press of his lips on his neck when he thanked him.
    Lance’s decision must have really been scaring him for him to be showing this sort of gratitude.
    “I won’t tell anyone. No one would believe me even if I did,” he said, hoping to comfort the other man for when they eventually parted

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    ways.
    “There are people out there who would believe you. That’s what
    we’re afraid of.”
    And Lance had been the cause of that fear for an entire group of people. Christ, that one man, the former hunter, had said that people out there skinned werewolves for their pelts. No wonder they stayed hidden. Lance clenched his fists.
    “You don’t think…the boy that saved me…”
    “I’ve never heard that story before, but we’re a pretty tough  species. I’m sure he got out of there just fine,” Markus said, still  hugging Lance to him.
    “God, I hope so.” Just the thought that someone might’ve come  along and skinned that boy after he’d saved Lance’s life was enough  to make him start shivering all over again.
    Markus didn’t release him, but he was no longer pressing those  comforting kisses to the back of his neck either.
    “Do you want me to leave you alone?” Markus asked after a time  of silence.
    “No,” Lance said quickly. The last thing he wanted was to be  alone right now, but it was about more than that. He wanted Markus  specifically to be here with him. “Please don’t leave.”
    Lance turned around, and though it was stupid because Markus  had been holding onto him, he was surprised to see how close they  were standing.
    Somehow, all of this seemed so far away.
    No, they were together, in the same room, right in front of each  other, and Lance had just been given the secret to werewolves.
    “Your eyes are gold,” Lance said, suddenly noting the difference  between what they had been before and what they were now.
    “Yeah.” Markus’s voice was husky, and the way his eyes stared  hungrily down at Lance let him know just what it was that the other  man wanted from him.
    There was something he needed to know first. “Why did you tell

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    me? I told you what I was doing for a living. Why give me this?”
    Markus wet his lips, and those gold eyes flickered a little. Almost  like he was coming out of a trance.
    “It couldn’t have just been because I was mad at you,” Lance said.
    Markus shook his head. “It was because…I needed you to know  because I mated with you.”
    Lance’s eyes went wide. He gasped at the new information, and  Markus took quick advantage of his open mouth as he kissed him.  Now Markus wasn’t just hugging him gently, but pressing them  tightly together. Lance could feel his erect cock through his tight  jeans, and Markus pressed against his hips, kissing and pushing him  back to the bed.
    Lance let him. He wanted this as much as Markus did.
    He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what Markus was talking about when he said he’d mated with Lance, and somehow, considering Lance’s feelings that had developed for him in the little time they’d had together, it made a whole lot of sense.
    Now was not the time to ask for all the extra little details that
    likely came with the revelation. He just wanted Markus to put that  firm cock inside him and fuck him until everything was all right  again.
    When the back of his knees touched the side of the bed, they both  fell over with a small shout of surprise from both of them.
    It barely put a stop to what they were doing. “I take it you  approve?”
    “Yes,” Lance said, his eyes rolling back as Markus humped  against him, and his still-clothed cock sizzled with pleasure. “That’s  nice. Fuck me.”
    Markus scrambled to get out of his clothes, and