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laughed. “If it’s a
hardship holding the female I’ll switch places with you.”
    The urge to growl at his best
friend became harder to suppress as he saw Kellen’s eyes roaming down the curve
of Cora’s back through the rearview mirror.
    “Eyes on the
road, Kellen.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Kellen was openly laughing at him,
but at least his eyes were firmly on the road.
    By the time they’d reached the subdivision
the pack had made their home, Zayn had his libido firmly under control, sort
of. Having a basically naked woman in his lap, one who seemed to want to climb
inside him and lick him from head to toe, was playing havoc with his hard won
self-control. Life was a bitch sometimes.
    “Your place or
the alpha’s?”
    Did he really want to have the
constant distraction in his home? Did he want his brother to be faced with a
woman in heat with a cub in his home? Zayn snorted. He wasn’t worried about his
nephew’s virtue or his brother’s for that matter.
    Looking up from the sleeping
woman, the object of his desire, he met Kellen’s amused look. “Mine.” It wasn’t
lost on him he’d used the possessive word, nor Kellen.
    The Mystic River Valley was right
outside of the bustling town of Sturgis, within an hour’s drive. Far enough
away they could escape the craziness, but close enough for their business. Zayn
and his brother owned a shifter run bar that catered to not only shifters, but
also to humans who loved all things bikes. During bike week and the weeks
leading up to bike week, they were busier than normal, which they loved, but
this year something felt off to Zayn. It could be the woman who was now
sleeping in his bed.
    “How’s your guest doing?”
    “Damn, Niall. Don’t you know how
to knock?”
    “What’s up? You look…a little
freaked.” Niall raised his brows.
    Zayn laughed. “What makes you say
that?” He pushed away from the counter needing something to do with his hands.
“You want a beer?” A nod of Niall’s reddish head was his answer.
    After he pulled two bottles from
the fridge, he tossed one to his brother. Twisting the cap off his own, he
downed half the contents in one swallow before he looked at Niall again.
    “I’m fine.”
    “Liar.” Niall adjusted the beer to his left hand, holding his right hand up in a
stalling motion. “You’ve been on edge since the moment I walked in on you
holding a naked Cora Welch. We have decisions to make, and if you aren’t level,
then I need you to take a step back. Let me take the woman.” Niall took a deep
breath as if the statement pained him.
    “She stays here,” Zayn growled
pointing to the floor at his feet.
    “Is she your mate? Are you
planning to finish the marking my cub started?” Niall’s words were asked in a
grave tone.
    “I don’t want a fucking human for
a mate. She’s so damn skinny she’d break if I fucked her the way I like. You
know I like women with curves and meat, something to grab onto for a long hard
ride.” Zayn emphasized the type of woman he liked with his hands, making
exaggerated shapes of breasts and hips.
    Niall let out a snort. “You’re a
bastard.” He smiled before he dropped his gaze to the floor, running his thumb
over the sweat dropping off the bottle of beer. “Seriously, you need to
understand the ramifications of the situation. If we let her ride out the one
marking, then she will come out of this with the memory of one of the worst
colds of her life.” He looked up. “But you gotta keep your dick in your pants
and your fangs to yourself. If you don’t think you can do that, then you need to
let me take her to my place. I can guarantee me and my dick won’t have a
problem resisting her.”
    Chest tight and stomach a churning
mass of conflicting emotions, Zayn frowned at his brother. “She’ll be fine
here. My dick and I are in complete accord.”
    Niall, the bastard, had the
audacity to look at Zayn from head to toe. “I’m glad to see the dick in
question isn’t standing