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through the flimsy fabric of their pants. What he wouldn’t give to rip those blasted things off his body and bury himself as deep as possible inside his beta. Fuck, he wanted to. He needed to.
    “I’m gonna come,” Rutley whined as he raked his teeth down Dimitri’s neck. “Shit….aw fuck…”
    Dimitri lost himself in the moment as sweat rolled down his temple. Again and again his hips met his beta’s and they rose higher and higher together. He needed the release only the beautiful wolf above him could provide. His stomach muscles clenched and he felt the merciful relief of his orgasm as Rutley trembled against him.
    “Fuck! Fuck!” Rutley cried as the warmth of their climaxes drenched the material of Dimitri’s pants. Dimitri released the grip he didn’t realize he’d had on his beta’s hair before collapsing against the floor. It would take forever for his heart rate to return to normal.
    It seemed to be an eternity before he found his voice again.
    “We shouldn’t have done that,” Dimitri whispered in a pained voice. Liam’s face was vivid in his mind as he winced. He’d betrayed his love. “Do you hear me?”
    “Yeah,” Rutley whispered. “I don’t know what happened.”
    Dimitri pushed himself up from the floor and wiped the sweat away from his brow before glancing down at his beta. Rutley’s skin glistened with perspiration and his skin was flushed from their activities; their sinful, wrong activities.
    “That can never happen again, Rutley.” Dimitri stated firmly as his lips anchored downwards.
    “Yeah.” Rutley stood before him and gazed at him sadly. Did he feel bad for what happened too? Rutley nodded in response to Dimitri’s silent question.
    “Go get washed up,” Dimitri cleared his throat and folded his arms across his chest. His heart was still racing. “I’m going to see how much snow we’ve got.”
    He was certain Rutley would protest, but the sudden knock on their door caught them both off guard. Who the hell would be outside at two in the morning in the middle of a friggin’ snow storm?

Seven
    H e’d been doing an awful lot of thinking lately. A lot had happened since the night Breslin Connor beat him into a bloody pulp and left him chained in the basement. He didn’t remember too much, really. In fact, the strongest memory he had from that horrible incident was when Louisa found him in the woods. He couldn’t even recall how he got there, or who shot him in the first place.
    His fingers instinctively moved over the small scars upon his torso as he frowned. He usually didn’t scar at all, but Dimitri said it was because of the silver. The wolf explained the werewolf anatomy to him fairly well, but no one could really be positive about how Greg’s body would react to injuries in the future because no one had ever dealt with a hybrid like him before.
    It didn’t surprise him really. Of all the people in the world who could’ve fallen victim to such a twisted scheme, it had to be him.
    “And that’s my luck.” Greg sighed as he tossed his Xbox controller onto the end of his bed and closed his eyes. He’d been playing for two hours straight and while that normally didn’t bother him, his head was reeling too fast for him to actually enjoy the game.
    A light knock sounded on his door before it inched open. He already knew who was standing there, and he wished she’d just give it up already. He was back. He was safe. She didn’t need to check on him every half hour to make sure he was still in the same spot she’d left him.
    “Can I help you?” Greg asked in a nearly robotic voice.
    “Hi, sweetheart,” Mrs. Kress beamed as she stepped inside, flicking on the light switch. “Why is it so dark in here? Do you have a headache? Would you like some pain medicine?”
    “I’m fine, Mom,” Greg groaned as he finally opened his eyes to look at her. “I was just going to get some shut eye. I’ve got to help Dad open in the morning.”
    “Well, you don’t