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across that massive chest of his. “Wild
    werewolves are lurking about, you want to escape the safety of the  pack, and you think I’ll allow you to leave?”
    Annoyance trailed its way up Ryan’s spine. “I do not belong to  you, you fucking cock.”
    Blasius shook his head, his eyes taking on that angry golden color,  his heavy brows coming down, and his accent becoming just a little

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    thicker as he spoke. “No, ye are hardly one of my daggers or a piece  of cloth for me to lay a claim to, but ye are a newly transformed  werewolf. Ye are my responsibility to keep safe, and if ye think I will  lose ye again simply because ye wish to satisfy yer anger, ye’re sorely  mistaken.”
    Ryan thrust his hands into his hair and gripped tight. Why did  Blasius have to talk like that? It was driving him insane.
    Blasius walked up to him before he could start a rampage against him. He surprised Ryan by gripping him by the neck and pushing himinto the wall of one of the cabins.
    He didn’t squeeze his fingers and choke him, but when Ryan looked behind the other man, he could still see the way the omegas in the pack quickly turned their heads away and scattered at the sight of them.
    “Now listen to me, ye blasted dragon,” Blasius seethed. The  blasted dragon part of his words was enough to let Ryan know they’d  had words like this before in their previous life.
    “Do not test my patience on this. I feel not a speck of sympathy  for yer plight, so do not ask me to feel it, not at the expense of my  happiness for having ye returned. I am sorry ye lost yer lover, but I do  not feel sorry that he is gone. Had he survived the attack, I might very  well have killed him myself.”
    “You’re sick,” Ryan said, pushing against Blasius’s chest. “Get  off me!”
    Blasius would not be moved, and despite the way Ryan tried to fight him off, Blasius still came forward, grabbed Ryan by the back of the head, and pressed his mouth against Ryan’s.
    Ryan fought for another couple of seconds before his body started to react. Maybe it was the kiss itself, the wanting and needing that  Ryan sensed in it, or the fact that they were mated and connected by more than a thousand years, but his muscles seemed to just melt.  Instead of pushing Blasius away, Ryan was gripping his large shoulders, pulling the other man against him.

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    He hated that he was being manipulated like this, but he loved the feeling of having the other man on him. He liked the possessiveness.  No one had ever been possessive of Ryan before, not Decker, not anyone, and when he thought about it, Ryan didn’t much like the thought of Blasius being with anyone else either. He thought about the possibility of the other man having lovers after Ryan was killed, and he didn’t like it at all, even though that was ridiculous.
    Of course Blasius would’ve taken lovers. No one could remain
    chaste for that long, but if Ryan had to meet any of them, he might’ve
    threatened to kill someone, too.
    Blasius thrust his hips against Ryan’s, pressing him harder against the wall. Blasius’s erection rubbed against Ryan’s thigh, and they both groaned.
    “Oh, my heart,” Blasius said.
    Ryan’s face went hotter than he’d ever felt it go in his life. Did  Blasius really just call him that?
    That wasn’t the only thing he was doing either. Blasius’s hands had gone from massaging Ryan’s neck and shoulders to down between them. He was trying to get his jeans off and seemed to be having a bit of difficulty with it.
    “Bloody things,” he muttered, his teeth showing as he glared
    down at his button and fly, the bulge between his legs an indication of
    his lust.
    Ryan could actually smell the lust coming off of the man in waves, and though he was tempted to just let it happen right here, the knowledge that Blasius would