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another wolf shifter in the Washington pack to care for him. He wasn’t sure that the idea would even work, but before he died Ace was determined that he would try and get his mate safe and looked after once he was gone. It was all he had to live for.
    So when the door to his cell opened, Ace didn’t even look up from where he was hunched over on his bed. He was fully resigned to his fate, he wouldn’t fight it. He just wanted the chance to do right by Devin.
    Hmm Devin. If Ace didn’t know better he could swear he could smell that delicious fragrance of oranges and frangipani in the air. There was some rustling and a quiet murmur of voices and then the cell door slammed shut again.
    Too tired to even care about what that interruption might have been all about, Ace stayed where he was. He knew food wasn’t due for at least an hour or two, and if Pearson had come in, then the man would have made his presence felt. He wasn’t interested in dealing with anyone else. Ace just wanted to think about his beautiful Devin. His gorgeous mate who looked so pretty and yet so strong, kneeling at his feet. The scene in Ace’s mind seemed so real it was if all he had to do was reach out and touch…
    “
Amatus
,” his vision said softly and Ace was stunned to find his hand was fondling real hair – specifically, his mate’s silky blond locks.
    “Devin! What…how…fuck, you’re really here.” Ace knew he wasn’t making any sense, but his mate was with him, in his cell, in the flesh and without thinking about it, he scooped Devin up off his knees and crushed him to his chest, burying his nose in Devin’s neck as though it contained the secret of life itself. Devin smelled like home.
    He was in heaven. There was no other word for it. For three days Ace had steeled himself against the possibility of never seeing his mate again. The hardest thing he had ever done in his life was walk away and order his mate to stay at the diner. There was no way he had wanted Devin involved in a mess of his making. But he was a mated wolf shifter and his wolf had been darn snarky at leaving their little cutie behind. Now both man and wolf were happy that Devin was in his arms.
    “
Amatus
, angel, please. You have no idea how happy I am to see you too. But…I am sorry… I need, badly…I hate to ask…I need my Master.” Devin’s soft words were brushed against Ace’s ear, and for a moment Ace struggled to understand. Lifting his nose out of Devin’s delectable neck, he looked hard at his mate, seeing him properly for the first time in days. Now he was paying attention he could see the flashing red in Devin’s eyes and felt the shudders of tension running through his mate’s body. Devin was strung out as tightly as a spring and clearly hanging on to his control by his pointy white fangs.
    “Your blood urge,” he said softly, hating the guilt and shame on his mate’s face. Devin nodded and Ace looked around quickly assessing what he could use to help his mate’s situation. Bondage and pain. The cell was not an ideal set up for their first scene, but Ace would make do with what he had.
    The cell was a small single room, with nothing more than a bed and a chair in it. There was one small door that led to an equally spartan shower and toilet and a barred window, that Ace deduced would be the perfect height for tying his mate to the bars if he had to.
    Ace looked back at Devin’s face, worried at the tension he saw etched there. He gently tilted Devin’s chin and placed a quick, chaste kiss on the lips he longed to devour.
    “Don’t ever be ashamed of your true nature, mate,” he said softly. “Let me handle this as best I can, although I confess I had dreamed of something far better for our first scene together. It is me that is sorry.”
    “Go with your instincts,
amatus
. Just being with you helps more than you know.”
    “Okay, strip,” Ace said decisively, his plans made. He watched, his dick pulsing in his jeans as Devin