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nostrils flared. He inhaled deeply. He could scent a sweet, almost seductive musk. He licked his lips appreciatively, wondering if the owner of such a beguiling scent would look as good as he smelled.
    Taking a deep breath, Gene knocked on the wooden door, ready to scent and feel for Leland inside. All such notions fled, and his breath caught in his throat at the vision that stood before him.
    The shirtless man opening the door displayed a smooth, well-defined tanned chest that seemed to silently demand homage be paid with lips and tongue. Well-worn cut-off shorts hung low on narrow hips, the crotch so threadbare that Gene stared, certain he could see the outline of an impressive male appendage. Finally Gene looked up to study a face of masculine beauty. The brunet had a hint of stubble on his upper lip and down the centre of his chin, and deep brown eyes that seemed almost black gazed at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
    "Can I help you?" The voice, sinfully seductive, broke more of Gene's reserves. He tried valiantly to keep his body's responses to the attractive male under control, but he felt that control fracture by the second.
    "I was… was looking for my… ward," Gene said. His voice sounded breathless even to his own ears.
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    Daimon mentally grinned widely. Arousal poured off the Lycan in waves and all of it was directed at him. Leland could not be detected, and he felt no other Lycans in his territory.
    With the right… distraction, the silver-haired male would forget his own name, much less his search. Daimon allowed his smile to widen on his face and heard the Lycan's breath hitch.
    And why not? I am a demon of sensuality .
    However, the idea of a casual liaison he normally wanted with an attractive male was pushed into the background. He wanted more. He gave a mental shake of his head.
    Focus! he thought angrily .
    "Your ward?" he asked innocently.
    "A young, blond man who was entrusted to me by his father," Gene explained.
    "If I see anyone like that I'll be sure to take him where he belongs," Daimon said sincerely. He took another step closer to the Lycan, tilting his head, angling his groin. "My name is Dai. I'm all alone at the moment. Is there anything I can do for you… now?" He let his voice drop in timbre and added a hint of huskiness.
    "My name's Gene. You're very beautiful."
    Daimon's smile widened as, seemingly of its own volition, Gene's hand reached to caress his be-ringed nub. The soft moan the touch earned seemed hot-wired directly to Gene's cock. Daimon knew instantly that the other male's flesh hardened rapidly.
    "Go round to the back of the house," Daimon offered in a sensual purr. "I'll meet you in the gazebo. It's more… romantic, don't you think?" As Gene nodded and turned away, Daimon locked the door and materialised at the back of the house fully naked.
    He waited until he sensed Gene had reached the gazebo and entered. From inside the gazebo, Gene would not immediately see his approach. He stalked towards his prey, licking his lips. He fully intended to enjoy himself with the attractive Lycan. Moving so that Gene could see him approaching, Daimon changed his walk. He began to sway, his hips rocking suggestively, which made his erection rise and fall with an elegant grace.
    He smiled widely as Gene began to hastily divest himself of his clothing.
    The Lycan then pulled Daimon into his arms. "You're incredible," Gene murmured.
    "You're pretty spectacular yourself," Daimon replied, nuzzling at Gene's throat. Daimon loved the silver and black fur of Gene's chest and he could truly appreciate the other male's powerful and toned physique. This Lycan took care of himself. Daimon felt sure Gene would prove a strong, passionate lover.
    He gave a moan of appreciation as Gene's lips devoured his own, and the silver-haired male began to push him towards the only furniture in the gazebo: a day bed. As he lowered Daimon to the bed, Gene stretched out over him, nudging Daimon's legs