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chest. It took Pete a second to
realize it was Carlos who’d spoken, but there was no trace of anger in their
alpha’s voice, only amusement.
    “About time you claim your damn
mate, Fabio. My guest room’s empty,” Carlos pointed out.
    “My thanks, Alpha. Come on, Pete.”
    Pete was shocked by Carlos’s
generous offer. The other werewolves who came over were initially met with
suspicion, but they had proven their loyalty over the past months. New Haven
was their home now, and they’d defend it with their lives.
    Pete let Fabio lead him around the
house and to what he assumed was Carlos’s guest bedroom. It was surprisingly
neat and tidy. The Christmas music and the sound of voices rising and falling
were cut off when Fabio shut the door behind him.
    Pregnant silence followed.
    “Um,” Pete began uncertainly,
unsure of where to begin.
    Fabio solved the problem by
reaching for the hem of his shirt. “If you don’t start undressing, Pete, I’m
going to take those fucking clothes off you myself.”
    Gathering the remains of his pride,
Pete raised his chin. “ Oh you will, won’t
you?”
    He didn’t think Fabio would
actually start growling like an animal. Fabio simply tugged him forward through
the hem of his shirt. Pete felt his favorite shirt ripping in half and then being
pushed on the bed. Fear should’ve kept his pulse racing, but only excitement
coursed and thrummed through his entire body.
    Whatever cheeky resistance he was
thinking of mounting died the moment he saw the savage and primal hunger on
Fabio’s face. Pete fumbled for the button and zipper of Fabio’s jeans. Pete’s
brain still miraculously worked and they came off, but it died the moment Fabio
began to aid him by tugging off his jeans.
    “What’s with these jeans?” Fabio
demanded with another savage tug.
    “They’re skinny jeans. They’re
supposed to be tight.” Pete didn’t add he wore the uncomfortable jeans for
Fabio’s sake.
    Teenagers wore those jeans and it
shamed him to purchase a pair in the
mall, but desperate men did anything to get laid. Well, it worked anyway,
didn’t it?
    “Love your tight jeans. I like your
ass in them, but they’re hard to pull off.” The muscles in Fabio’s arms bunched
and shifted, and a loud tearing sound filled the room as the denim fabric tore .
    “You completely obliterated my
jeans,” Pete accused.
    “I’ll buy you a new pair. Hell,
I’ll buy you several pairs.” Their clothes fell off them in a flurry. “I meant
what I said, Pete. I’m done with playing around.”
    “I wasn’t playing. I mean, I admit
I have the hots for you, but I really didn’t think you’d ever notice me,” Pete
admitted.
    His heart began to race as Fabio
slid into the bed and captured both his wrists. Fabio pulled them above his
head, restraining them with just one large hand. Pete could look nowhere else
but at Fabio’s face. A jolt of excitement shot down Pete’s spine. The sheer
strength of Fabio’s hand on his wrists and the hard press of his body felt
good. Felt right.
    “ Well, you got my attention. Nothing is going to get in the way of me mating you.”
    Fabio lowered his himself and kissed
Pete rough and deep. Pete let himself yield to Fabio’s hunger. He was becoming
embarrassingly aware of his rising shaft, and Fabio’s thickening member pressed
intently against his belly.
    Fabio trailed his fingers down the
length of his body, and curled them around the base of his prick. Fabio then
began to fist him while continuing to
devour his mouth all the same.
    Fuck. Pete was going to come on the
spot. He could feel his orgasm building with each movement of Fabio’s fingers.
    Fabio nibbled his way up Pete’s
neck. Each press of Fabio’s lips felt like a brand on his skin. “Are you close,
Pete?”
    Pete couldn’t answer him. All he
could manage was a deep-throated moan of assent. He felt like a dam about to
burst. Pete still couldn’t believe he was in bed with a man, a powerful
werewolf