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idea of anyone touching him just then made him want to howl. “I don’t know, but not him.”
Sissy rolled her lips in and glanced down the hall. “You’ve met Keegan.”
“Yes.” Several times.
“So it isn’t him, then,” she said more to herself, Ryder thought. “Hm. Interesting. I wonder… Come with me.” Sissy took him by the wrist.
“Where are we going?” he asked as Sissy began walking. He had to move to keep up or possibly lose his arm.
“Guest rooms,” she said succinctly.
Ryder didn’t even ask why, because the more they walked, the harder his dick got. His pulse raced, and his heart fluttered and slammed alternatively. His wolf prowled in him, need bringing the beast to the surface. Shifting—it was what he wanted to do then, let his wolf free and follow the scent that was heating his blood.
“Oh my, maybe I should get Keegan first.”
Ryder didn’t know why Sissy would say that. His body was hot, inside and out, his nerve endings singing with joy because he knew once he found the owner of that tantalising aroma, ecstasy would follow.
“Ryder—”
Ryder growled and pulled his arm free of Sissy’s hold. He couldn’t make sense of the anger he still felt, any more than he could comprehend the all-consuming lust that was powering him.
“Shit,” he heard Sissy say.
Ryder quit paying her any attention. Ahead and to his right was what he needed. Who he needed. Ryder’s rational human side tried to question it, but his animal instincts were driving him forward and wouldn’t be denied.
Chapter Five
    He reached a door that was drenched with the scent he’d followed. Ryder touched the knob, growling when it didn’t turn. He hated being locked out, it wasn’t right.
Of course it’s right! Why the hell shouldn’t it be locked? I lock my door.
Logic didn’t matter. Ryder pounded on the door. If it didn’t get opened soon, he was going to rip the damned thing off its hinges. There was also the offensive hint of an odour, and Ryder finally understood it to be the cause of his anger. Casey. He’s been here, and I want him dead. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before he could answer, the door was jerked open and a scowling, dripping wet mountain of a man stood in front of him. Ryder’s throat went dry, all the liquid apparently racing down to squirt as pre-cum out of his dick. If this was Maarten Visser, he was fucking gorgeous.
“Uh, Ryder, Mr Visser—” Ryder heard Sissy begin.
“Go away. Now,” Maarten commanded at the same time he reached for Ryder. “Not you.”
“Not me,” Ryder agreed, his skin tingling where Maarten gripped him.
“You, my tough, angry man, are mine.”
Ryder opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Maarten didn’t give him a chance. With a jerk, he had Ryder in the room and on his tiptoes as Maarten plundered his mouth. Ryder wasn’t short by any means, but Maarten had a few inches on him, plus he had Ryder off balance.
Ryder clutched at him, finding nothing but bare, wet skin where he touched. He moaned, his eyelids shutting as he settled his palms on the smooth, firm swells of Maarten’s ass.
Maarten growled into the kiss and pinned him against the wall or the door, Ryder didn’t know which. He wasn’t used to being manhandled, at least not that he could remember. As good as Maarten felt against him, Ryder had to push back.
He ended up writhing as Maarten slid one thickly muscled leg between Ryder’s.
Oh God, that feels so good. It’s been so long… Ryder’s thoughts were interrupted by alien ones that should have freaked him out instead of comforted him like they did. It was images and needs, at first, the soothing knowledge that he was wanted, so very, very badly, and someone was giddy with having him. Then it was words.
“Let go for me. Give yourself to me.”
That was a little more startling, but at the same time he heard the words, Maarten scraped a hand down Ryder’s chest, dragging his fingertips, making it sting. He pinched