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“This is all I had. I hope you don’t mind,” Seth said as he sipped his juice, his eyes darting around like they were following some laser light flashing all over the wall.
Chance inched over just a fraction, stretching and then resting his arm on the back of the couch behind Seth. It was a move as old as time, but hey, if it worked, why change it?
“Why don’t you sit back?” Maybe if he made out with Seth, he could break the news and Seth wouldn’t break Chance’s body.
Seth sat his juice down and scooted back, smiling nervously at Chance. “Are you sure Oscar isn’t a burden with your father?”
Chance shook his head. “No, my pa loves whelps. He’s happy to have them running underfoot again.”
Chance leaned closer, cupping Seth’s chin and then pulling it around until his mate was staring up at him with his green eyes. He blinked, as if noticing just then that Chance was real close. Seth licked his lips, parting them slightly as Chance lowered his head. Seth took a deep breath that seemed to shake just a little before Chance closed the distance, Seth’s breath feeling like a hot wind across his face.
Seth moaned, opening his mouth fully for Chance as Chance leaned back on the couch, taking Seth with him. He wrapped his arms around Seth, smoothing his hands down Seth’s back.
Seth’s fingers touched lightly on Chance’s upper arms, gliding lightly across his skin and making Chance shiver. It was the barest touch, but it felt so intimate. Chance tried to pull Seth onto his lap, but Seth resisted. His mate finally pulled back from the kiss, his lips swollen and wet. Chance wanted to run his tongue over them, to taste them once more.
“Slow down, big guy.”
Chance took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He hated the fact that the contact was broken, but Chance knew Seth was right. They had to slow down, and he needed to explain to his mate what he was. He just wasn’t sure how he should begin the conversation.
Chance glanced at his mate, seeing Seth’s trusting green eyes watching him. His eyes were laced with the black lashes, making the green more vivid, more alive. Chance wanted to run his hands through his mate’s black hair, pull his body in, inhale his aroma, and rub all over Seth until his mate carried Chance’s scent. He wanted to feel their skin touching, their bodies entwining, and hear Seth shout his name as Chance brought him so much pleasure that they both passed out. Seth was fascinating in ways that Chance had no words for.
But first he had to explain the whole bear thing.
“Remember in the hospital when you asked what I wasn’t telling you?” It was a lousy way to start, but Chance had to go with what he had to work with.
Seth nodded.
“What I started to say was that Chauncey would heal if he just shifted.” Chance knew that Seth didn’t understand, but he was waiting for his mate to absorb what he was saying.
“I don’t understand,” Seth said as his green eyes took on the look that said Chance was actually a nut job and Seth wasn’t sure if he should run screaming or humor him.
“If Chauncey had shifted into his bear form, he would have healed a lot faster.” Chance watched as the confusion only deepened in Seth’s eyes. He was probably screwing this up, but Chance didn’t want to just blurt out that he was a bear. Seth would definitely kick him out after that one.
“You’re starting to worry me, Chance.”
That wasn’t what Chance wanted, but he couldn’t sleep with Seth, or bond his mate to him in good conscience without letting Seth know what would happen. If he was a rat bastard, he’d just fuck Seth and then tell him. But Chance was raised better than that.
“I’m not trying to worry you, Seth. Honestly. But I have to tell you what I am before this goes any further. I have to tell you.”
Seth inched away from Chance, his eyes darting toward the door. Chance wanted to tell Seth he didn’t have anything to worry about, that Chance would never hurt him in