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into the gravel drive, parking his bike and using more force than needed when lowering the kickstand. His Harley Softail was taking a lot of abuse today.
    He would take it to Mark’s Garage tomorrow and have a tune-up done on it.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Law asked when he saw the look on Dagon’s face when he entered the Den.
    “Ask Bipolar Man.” Dagon shoved his arm behind his back, pointing at his glaring mate.
    “You know he needs time. Stop acting like a big ass baby, and think about him for a moment. If the shoe was on the other foot, how would you be reacting right now?”
    “Can I get a witness?” Tryck hollered and bounced on the heels of his feet, raising his hand over his head as if he were in a church service. “Amen, Law. Preach to the knucklehead.” Law flipped Tryck off and continued. “It’s been what, two days?
    Shut the hell up, suck it up, and deal with it.”
    “Fuck you,” Dagon mumbled, knowing in his heart Law was right. He had been acting like a spoiled brat while his mate struggled to deal with his sexuality. It was just that dealing with the hot and cold was giving him a migraine. Should he say yes, should he say no?
    There didn’t seem to be a right answer. He scrubbed his face, wondering just how complicated the complicated situation was going to get.
    He turned to apologize to Taylor, but he wasn’t standing behind him.
    “The mates snagged him. Let him hang with the fellas, blow some steam off.” Law threw his arm over Dagon’s shoulder. “You see, little brother, it’s like this…”

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    Lynn Hagen

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    Taylor followed behind Cecil, running as fast as he could from Dagon. Why did he freak out every time they had sex?
    Because you had his cock in your mouth.
    He shouldn’t have liked doing that, but he did. No, no, no, no, it was wrong. So why then was he licking his lips, wanting to taste his mate’s seed again? He couldn’t chase away his mom’s scowling face and vicious words. They seemed to haunt him every time he was with Dagon sexually.
    You’re an abomination.
    You’re going to hell.
    You’re sick in that twisted head of yours.
    Josh’s gayness rubbed off on you.
    Taylor hated the fact that he allowed those reactions to control what he thought was a good man who only cared about his needs.
    Dagon didn’t deserve his ups and downs, his hot and cold. Taylor wanted to rip his hair out at the confusing feelings battling inside of him. If only he could shut his mom’s haunting voice up.
    “We’re bailing, and you have to come with us.” Cecil’s words brought Taylor out of his thoughts, staring at the mate like he’d lost his mind. “I do?”
    “Yeah, it’s the only way the big guy would agree to come with us.” Taylor looked behind the smaller mate, seeing Panahasi standing there looking bored. This couldn’t be good.
    “What the hell is he doing here?” Taylor snapped quietly. “Have you lost your damn mind? He’s a demon, D–E–M–O–N.”
    “Thanks for the proper spelling. Now quit stalling and get your ass moving. We don’t have all night.” Cecil grabbed Taylor’s arm, pulling him toward the towering demon.
    “Hi.” His voice broke on the word, showing every cowardly bone he had.

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    “Greetings, young demon.” Panahasi’s features softened when he spoke to Taylor. That was just creepy coming from a man who looked as intimidating as the one standing in front of him. The soft features didn’t fit the face.
    “If you knew how I’ve been acting lately, you’d be correct in calling me that.” Taylor cringed back when Panahasi grabbed his shoulder and gave a light squeeze. Okay, maybe light to the leader, but it hurt like hell to his delicate human bones. Half human, that is.
    “Your demon is emerging, that’s all. You’ll learn how to handle him.”
    “It better be soon before Dagon has me committed.” Panahasi lowered himself, looking Taylor straight in his eyes.
    “Emotions running