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he didn’t noticed the wolf-boy move. Suddenly, a cold, wet nose touched the side of Cy’s face. He had to work very hard not to flinch. He refused to show any signs of weakness. Never again. 
    But when a warm tongue caressed the side of his face, Cy started in surprise. The pup looked away as if embarrassed by the spontaneous canine caress. Cy watched him in amazement. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him, nevermind kissed him.
    “What is your name, little wolf?” Cy couldn’t resist stroking his hand along the ruff of fur that grew at the back and sides of the boys neck like a brindle mane.  It was thick and warm and infinitely fascinating. As he ran his fingers through it, the boy arched up into his touch.
    “Wolf,” the boy replied on a sigh.
    Cy cocked an eyebrow—not exactly doubting the little wolf, but…“Really?”
    Wolf shrugged and looked away—embarrassed again. “No one ever bothered to call me anything else.”
    Cy studied the side of Wolf’s long muzzle and the line of his strong head as it curved up to the tip of his sharp, pointed ears. “It’s a good name. Wolves are strong, loyal and brave,” he finally announced firmly—leaving no room for doubt or ambiguity.
    Wolf looked up at him in surprise. Cy had to wonder if the boy had ever received a complement—even an offhanded one such as the one he had offered. He’d have to work hard, but for however long the boy chose to hang around, Cy wouldn’t begrudge them when earned.
    “Are you hungry, Wolf?”
    “Y…yes, Master.”
    Cy allowed a small smile of pleasure to tilt the corner of his mouth. He liked the way Wolf said the word Master—low, rough and with an edge of longing.
             
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    Wolf cocked his head as he watched the gorgeous man in front of him turn and head into a small cooking area.
    Mage, he corrected himself instantly. The man was most definitely a Master Mage. The power swirled and throbbed around the man in shimmering eddies so strong Wolf almost felt as if he could reach out and touch them. And for the first time in his life he wanted to. In the past, mages had always scared him just a little, but not this one. Something about this one’s magic was…enthralling.
    The man had mesmerizing eyes too. Intense, dark blue orbs that Wolf was drawn to over and over again—despite having been warned repeatedly during his training to keep his eyes lowered in submission. Even more inappropriately, Wolf found himself wondering what the man’s soft, enticing pink lips would taste like.
    And the long, black hair that was caught in a leather thong at the base of his neck tempted Wolf’s fingers mercilessly. Two large hanks had escaped, framing the mages long, thin face, and Wolf wanted to reach out and touch them so badly—to see if they were as soft and silky as they looked. He managed to restrain himself…just barely.
    Studying the man’s profile, Wolf once again found himself studying the scars on the man’s face. They were three, long, thin red claw marks that made the man look fierce and…strong in Wolf’s opinion. Wolf imagined they belonged to someone that had been tested and proven themselves worthy of survival. Someone that was quite capable of fighting to defend both themselves and their home. It was infinitely attractive to Wolf, whose silly heart longed for that sort of safety and security, and a Master to tie him to it.
    Being a mage, Wolf would have expected a lot of things—disgust at his appearance being first and foremost. Mages didn’t like imperfection and differences. But this mage didn’t seem at all concerned by his oddity. In fact, he seemed a little…taken with it.
    He was just so different from anyone Wolf had ever met—mage or shifter. Wolf wasn’t exactly sure what to do with him. At that precise moment Wolf’s cock twitched again, letting him know that if he had no idea, it had a few to offer.
    Wolf shivered as he remembered the touch of the man’s