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the dog, and Dylan could only watch as she gobbled them noisily in three seconds flat. 
    “More?” Cam asked. 
    “I…” He put his hand over his hollow stomach. “Don’t suppose you got enough for two?”
    “Huh? Oh…oh, yeah. I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked.” All adorable stammering and practically falling over himself to reload the plate, Cam quickly had two plates ready—a cold one for the dog and one microwaved, complete with leftover spaghetti and sauce, for Dylan. Dylan gave up working on the dog long enough to turn to the counter behind him and tuck in. Cam wiped his palms on his jeans and asked, “Soda? Beer? Wine?” He waved vaguely toward the fridge. “Whatever you want.”
    “Beer, if you got it,” Dylan muttered around a huge mouthful of pasta. He ate as fast as the dog, then guzzled the frosty brew in a glass Cam handed him. He felt the cold beer slide down his gullet. “Uh, so good…” he groaned.
    He didn’t even think of how sexual that sounded until he glanced at Cam, who stood looking somewhat flushed and flustered. Just to test the waters, Dylan licked his lips and raised his glass of beer. “You’re a great cook. Thank you,” then, running his gaze down Cam’s body, took a long, leisurely swallow of beer and licked his lips again.
    Hmm, interesting shade of pink his friend’s cheeks were turning. And if he wasn’t mistaken, that thickening ridge pressing against the zipper of Cam’s jeans told a tale as well.
    God damn…he shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t even be thinking of this. It was too much like how he’d lived before, and he’d sworn he wouldn’t do that shit again. But he’d been so hungry, so tired for so long. And considering how crappy his luck had been lately, how often would another chance like this come around? 
    Seducing Cam Coburn might at least get him a warm bed for the night.
     
    How had he thought Dylan was plain? He was…exotic. Erotic. Just desperate and edgy enough to have Cam’s inner beast wanting to wrap its wings around him and draw him close to his chest where he could taste and hold and have . 
    But it was forbidden.
    If he glanced out of the corner of his eye, Cam could see the shadowy wings of his soul unfurling toward his impromptu guest. The drive to protect hadn’t stopped when he’d rescued Dylan from the gangbangers. It just…kept on. And that had never happened before. He didn’t know how to handle it. Instead, he stood there like a moron, wiping his damp palms on his jeans and praying Dylan didn’t notice his growing erection. 
    The dog gave him an out, growling low at him again even though he’d just handed her a dozen excellent meatballs. 
    “Hey,” Dylan scolded her softly, nudging her with his ratty, unlaced work boot. Even that was sexy. Everything from his lean face to his black-and-silver gauges to his narrow hips and washed-out skinny jeans drew out every protective, possessive instinct in Cam’s monstrous soul. He needed to ask Tash about this. No! Tash would be furious to know Cam had brought an unknown human to the house. He’d have to tell Tash how he’d found Dylan, driven out by the calling that only Cam heard, that made him a freak among freaks. “Cam?”
    Cam startled, realizing Dylan must have asked him a question. He looked up, stopping his gaze at the other guy’s chin, hoping his hair hung over his eyes enough to hide them. Grabbing his dark glasses now would cause more problems than it would solve. “Sorry, what? Want another beer?”
    Without waiting for an answer, he took Dylan’s glass, went to the fridge, and opened another can, then poured it in. His hands were steady enough. Good. He exhaled a long breath to calm himself, then got a beer for himself but didn’t bother with a glass. For a couple of minutes, he sipped his beer from the can and watched Dylan eat. Everything about him fascinated. The tattoo on his neck was of a phoenix, Cam realized, a fiery bird with its beak open,