Hey, There's Fur In My Wedding Cake

The  last  thing  Russell  wants  to  do  is  go  back  to
the  home that his childhood Wolf pack exiled him
from.  Yet,  like  it  or  not,  that's  where  Russell's
sorry  ass  is  going.  The  fact  that  he's  doing  so  in
order to attend a wedding between his old Alpha
and a feline shifter only make it more aggravating.
Just when Russell least expects it, a most welcome
diversion comes, via way a cute, sexy Lynx shifter
named Dalton.

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uck, the fates must really have a major beef
against him. Either that or he’d pissed off

Mother Karma and she was giving him a swift
kick in the ass.

How else could Russell explain how his ass had

wound  up  at  what  was  essentially  a  wedding
between  a  cat  and  a  dog?  Okay  to  be  fair,  the
groom  was  really  a  Wolf  and  his  bride  a  Jaguar.
And they were both shifters, so they were human
most of the time, but seriously…a Fido marrying a
Fluffy? That just seemed wrong on so many levels.

True, it’d already been done. The bride and

groom’s brothers had officially become mates not
too  long  ago.  But  then  again,  they  hadn’t  made
this  big  of  a  deal  over  it.  Of  course,  that  was
probably  because  the  present  groom  was  a  jerk
who lived to be the center of attention.

Russell let out a long-suffering sigh as he

surveyed the scene in front of him. Actually,
colossal cluster fuck would be a better term.

The large meeting hall that stood in the heart of

the building housing his former pack was packed
full. Not with just Wolves either. Everywhere he
turned, he encountered a different breed of feline.
Lions and tigers and cheetahs—oh, my! There were

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even a small scattering of some other breeds, too, a
couple  Hawks  were  present  as  well  as  a  Fox
and…damn…a  Black  Widow  shifter.  Wow,  he
thought  that  particular  type  of  spider  was  near
extinct,  since  they  had  the  nasty  habit  of  always
turning on each other.

Damn, this little event was turning out to be a

documentary from Animal Planet gone bad. It was
so  much  that  Russell  almost  turned  around  and
walked  out.  Almost.  Then  he  thought  about  his
cousin,  Ranger  and  all  thoughts  of  fleeing
evaporated.

Well, Ranger was really his second cousin, but

Russell wasn’t about to dick around with
technicalities. Especially, since Ranger was one of
the few family members that Russell actually liked
and respected.

He sure as hell didn’t like the Alpha of the

pack. Chris, who was really his cousin, was the
groom of the wedding about to take place. To
Ranger, there was only two tags that really should
be associated with the wolf and they were ass and
hole.

While he’d missed the actually marriage

ceremony,  Russell  forced  himself  to  come  to  the
reception.  But  only  in  hopes  of  mending  fences
between  Ranger  and  Chris.  Other  than  that,
Russell wouldn’t have shown his face at all.

The hall was lavishly decorated with so many

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bows,  flowers  and  taffeta  that  it  looked  like  a
wedding  planner  had  exploded.  Not  that  Russell
expected  anything  less.  After  all,  it  wasn’t  every
day a Wolf Alpha married the sister of the leader
from the local feline coalition. There hadn’t been a
royal wedding this big since Will and Kate.

There was just as much security at this one, too.

Everywhere  Russell  looked,  he  saw  armed
guards—both feline and Wolf. His hand strayed to
his  side,  to  where  he  usually  kept  his  own
weapon,  but  all  he  encountered was  blank  space.
While the guards may be packing, the invites had
clearly  stated  that  all  guests  were  to  show  up
gunless  and  knifeless.  The  lack  of  the  weapon
made Russell feel naked and vulnerable.

The groom finally spotted Russell. Giving what

he  hoped  was  a  hearty  wave,  Russell  fought  to
keep  the  disdain  from  his  face.  It  was  darn  hard
work. The  man  just  screamed  arrogance  from  his
tall  stature  to  his  muscular  build  and  his  almost
too  ruggedly  good  looks.  Today  that  badass  had
taken  a  bit  of  a  more  formal  edge  to  it  since  he
wore  a  black  tux  and  styled  his  russet  hair
perfectly,  but  Russell  could  still  see  the  egotism
lurking under the layers of refinement.

While Russell always kept his own brown hair

carefully neat and clipped short and he never
went anywhere without one of his expensively
tailored suites on, he always made a point of never

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coming off as too conceited. At least he hoped so.
He’d rather jump from the top of the Chrysler
building than come off as a carbon copy of his
former Alpha. It’s just that after Russell worked so
hard to earn his nice clothes, he was going to show
them off.

“Chris.” Russell nodded once the groom who

was in front of him, but made no move to lower
his gaze in a show of submission.

A flicker of annoyance went through Chris’s

eyes before he gave a tight-lipped smile. “I didn’t
think you’d show.”

“I didn’t think you’d invite me.”
Chris arched a brow. “Why shouldn’t I?”
Russell tilted his head to the side.

“Ah…because I was exiled from the pack.”

“That was my father’s doing. Not mine. As far

as I’m concerned, once he died, you were once
more welcome back.”

“Really?” Russell didn’t even bother hiding the

disbelief in his tone.

“Of, course. We’re kin after all. And unlike my

father, that means something to me.”

“True, but not many would want to claim me,

given my current profession.”

A smirk came over Chris’s face. “Profession? Is

that what criminals are called nowadays?”

Hurt sliced through Russell, but he’d die before

he showed it. Instead, he forced himself to give an

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impassive shrug. “I did what I had to in order to
survive after your father threw me out of the pack.
If I so happened to make millions off it, so be it.”

“Let’s not be coy, Russell. Everybody knows

you were a crook even before Dad tossed you.”

Now anger mixed in with the pain as Russell

wondered just how much the now deceased
former Alpha had smeared his good name. Good

name? Well, isn’t that rich. Because deep down, you
know you’re no good, a nasty voice chanted in his
head.

That still didn’t mean that Russell had to take

the lies standing down. “Look, I may be a crook
now, but that wasn’t always the case and that sure
as hell wasn’t why your father exiled me.”

No, it’d been because Russell had been gay that

the Wolves had turned their backs on him. It’d
been the same way with Ranger, too. It wasn’t
until Chris’s own brother, Dean, came out that the
pack suddenly became tolerant.

“I had nothing to do with that. I never wanted

any harm to come to you or Ranger,” Chris
protested.

“Maybe not, but you sure as hell didn’t do

anything to stop it either.”

For a second, Russell thought Chris was going

to argue that point, too. Then the Alpha turned to
look at his bride and a look of shame crossed his
strong face. “You’re right. I should have done

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more. If I had, then Ranger never would have
been captured, Dean would have been able to
claim his own mate sooner and you wouldn’t have
had to become what you are now.”

Russell blinked a few times, resisting the urge

to glance around to see if there were some flying
pigs or ice skating demons. Chris actually
admitting he was wrong? This had to be a first.

“Did Ranger come today?” Chris asked in a

hopeful voice.

“No, he didn’t want to leave his mate behind

and  it’s  too  dangerous  for  Xavier  to  come  out  in
public  because  he’s  an  Eagle  shifter,”  Russell
replied in a much more subdued tone.

While he wasn’t exactly ready to become

buddies  with  Chris,  Russell  had  to  give  the  guy
credit  for  taking  a  bite  of  humble  pie.  Plus,  it
wouldn’t do Ranger any good for Russell to keep
taking swipes at Chris. While Russell couldn’t give
a  damn  about  the  pack,  he  knew  Ranger  still
missed it. If Russell could get Ranger and Chris to
mend their bridges, then maybe Chris could come
home, if only for a short visit.

“Do you think that maybe you can convince

him to come another day? You know, so we can
clear things between us?” Chris suggested,
showing he was having the same thoughts.

“How about you go to him? He’s still living at

the feline coalition so he’s easy enough to find.”

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Chris let out a sigh. “Yeah, I can do that. I just

hope that he’ll talk to me.”

“Would you blame him if he didn’t?” Russell

challenged.

“No, I know I fucked up big time. I should have

done so much more to protect him. I’m not proud
of the kind of leader I was back then.”

Russell didn’t argue because quite frankly,

Chris was right. Until his bride, Cassie, came into
the  picture  and  taught  him  how  to  be  stronger,
Chris had been a piss poor Alpha. Russell glanced
over  at  Cassie,  wondering  how  one  person  could
change  another  so  much.  Sure,  she  was  pretty
enough  with  her  long  brown  hair  and  sparkling
amber eyes, but looks only went so far.

Call him jaded, but up until recently, Russell

didn’t think that it was possibly for one to change,
period. He always believed that jerks like Chris
would forever remain jerks. Just like he thought
that losers like him would always remain losers.

Despite Chris’s true love transformation,

Russell  didn’t  have  any  aspirations  that  he’d
follow  suite  any  time  soon.  While  plenty  of  guys
liked  to  fuck  him  because  he  had  wealth  and
power,  none  of  them  had  truly  cared  for  Russell.
Not that he blamed them, he was a two-bit crook
and nothing could ever change that.

Cassie glanced over in their direction and began

to motion for her groom to join her. Chris shot

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Russell an apologetic grin. “Sorry, gotta go.”

Russell nodded before giving Cassie a wave.

She scowled in turn. Not that Russell could blame
her. The last time they met he’d made a big point
of  coming  on  to  one  of  her  younger  brothers.
While  she  may  not  have  any  issues  with  Russell
being  gay,  since  all  her  brothers  were,  too,  they
were  all  overprotective  of  each  other.  The  last
thing any of them would want is one of their own
hooking up with a rogue Wolf.

Retreating to the buffet table, Russell looked for

something  to  drink.  A  pang  of  regret  went
through him when he noted all they had was soda
and  punch.  He  knew  he  shouldn’t  have  expected
anything  different.  While  there  were  some  forms
of  alcohol  that  could  make  shifters  drunk,  it  was
all  illegal.  All  because  some  Alphas  get  prickly
when homemade booze kills off members of their
packs.

Resigning himself to a cup of sugary punch,

Russell took a sip as he wondered how long he
had to stay before he could bail without insulting
Chris. While Russell may not be a member of the
pack anymore, he didn’t want any more bad blood
between them. Chris mainly stayed out of his way
so he could run his business smoothly and Russell
wanted to keep it that way.

“Wow, look at that cake,” a soft male voice

exclaimed.

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“Don’t you think that maybe it’s a bit too

much?”  Russell  snarked,  not  even  bothering  to
look  over  at  who  was  talking  to  him.  He  was
already  in  major  danger  of  having  a  sugar
overload.  If  he  had  to  see  another  expression  of
dopey  admiration  from  a  coalition  or  pack
member, Russell was going to lose it.

Instead, he eyed up the triple tower of cake. A

pure monstrosity with pink and white icing, it was
so  huge  it  took  up  nearly  one  half  of  the  large
buffet table. Oh God, it even had a real operating
fountain in the center. To make things worse, the
cake was draped with tinkling white lights and a
plastic  wedding  party.  Russell  didn’t  know
whether  to  eat  the  thing  or  blow  it  up  to  save
everyone from its sheer tackiness.

“Why would it be too much? It’s not every day

that you get married, so you may as well go all
out. Besides, I think it’s romantic,” the speaker
replied wistfully.

Romantic? Was this guy kidding him? Next, he’d be

babbling about how he dreamed things would be on his

own special day.

“I do think it would be better if they went with

some other color than pink. At least that’s what I
would do,” the guy said.

It didn’t exactly fulfill Russell’s prediction, but

it was close enough. He gripped his drink tighter
as he wished he was someplace else. Anywhere

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would do, just so long as he could get away from
this reception and all these way-too-happy shifters
and the former home that carried way too many
bad memories.

“You have something against pink?” Russell

took a deep drink of his overly sweet punch and
had to repress a shudder.

“It’s just not Cassie. That gal has chesticals so

big  that  I’m  surprised  she  didn’t  go  with  a  blue
and black theme. The other day I told her she was
too  small  to  handle  a  grenade  launcher  and  she
punched  me  in  the  nuts  so  hard,  I  sang  soprano
for nearly two hours.”

Stunned, Russell finally turned to look at the

speaker  and  nearly  choked  on  his  punch.  Not
because  of  the  outlandish  statement,  but  because
he  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  he’d  seen
something so hot, so sexy and so damn cute. Since
Russell got around that said a lot.

A couple inches shorter than Russell and about

fifty pounds lighter, the shifter looked to be in his
early  twenties.  The  tall,  lithe  build  marked  the
male as feline, although Russell wasn’t sure what
type. He wore civilian clothes, consisting of a pair
of  high-end  jeans  and  a  button  up  red  shirt.  The
sleeves  rolled  up  to  reveal  thin  arms.  A  rainbow,
rope bracelet dangled on the man’s wrist.

The feline looked up from under the fringe of

his dark bangs, an impish, tiny grin playing on his

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full  lips.  While  his  black  hair  was  cut  short,  the
front  was  left  a  bit  longer  so  it  flopped  over  his
huge, almost innocent looking blue eyes.

“You know what? You’re right. The cake looks

nice. In fact, there are a few things that look
yummy here,” Russell drawled back.

Russell didn’t know what shocked him more,

that he was using such a lame line or that he’d just
popped off the word yummy. If the Wolves who
worked under him only knew, they’d never let
him live it down.

The feline grinned wider, the sweetest dimple

making a brief appearance on his full cheeks.
“You’re not talking about food, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Russell confessed. He’d always

been brutally honest, so why change?

“That has to rank in the top ten worst pickup

lines used on me.” The man tilted his head to the
side as his gaze swept up and down Russell.

“Do you have a lot of guys coming on to you?”
“About two or three a day. There aren’t too

many Lynxes in our coalition so I’m sort of an
oddity to them.”

Russell was willing to bet that it had to do with

a lot more than the guy being an exotic breed. He
could  have  been  a  common  tomcat  and  men  still
would have been drawn to the sensual, yet sweet
feline. Just as quickly as that thought  occurred to
Russell,  a  rush  of  jealously  swept  over  him.  The

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mere thought of anybody touching the man in
front of him made Russell want to growl in
protest.

“What’s your name?” he asked, trying to keep

his voice even lest he scare away the feline.

“Dalton. What’s yours?”
“Russell.”
Dalton’s lips pursed in a knowing expression

before he said, “Oh, I heard about you.”

The need to curse grew strong as Russell felt a

bit of shame over who he was. “What exactly did
you hear?”

“That you’re the one to go to if somebody needs

guns, drugs or other junk.”

“I’ve never dealt drugs,” Russell pointed out

quickly. “I’ve never touched the stuff.”

Something that may have been admiration

flicked over Dalton’s eyes. “I also heard that you
helped rescue Trevor and his friends when they
were captured by slavers.”

“Are you close to Trevor?”
“Sure, he and his mate are letting me live with

them.” Dalton’s eyes narrowed. “But it’s perfectly
platonic, we’re not into each other, if you know
what I mean.”

Amused by the Lynx’s sassy comment, Russell

almost laughed. He forced himself to hold it in lest
Dalton think he was being mocked.

“So, does that mean you’re into somebody

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else?”

An endearing flush came over Dalton’s cheeks

as he shook his head, his hair flopping even more
into his eyes. “Nah, nobody has really done
anything for me.”

Russell bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling

as relief flooded through him at the thought of the
young Lynx being unclaimed. “Why not?”

Dalton tilted his face up, his gaze growing a bit

darker, even as the blush spread further over his
face. “Because none of them have been a tall wolf
with brown hair and eyes.”

Arousal shot through Ranger, his Wolf

growling its own approval. Setting down the cup,
Russell curled his hands into loose fists. The urge
to grab Dalton and drag him into an empty room
so they could have their own private celebration
nearly made Russell lose control of his emotions.

“Lucky you, there are plenty of Wolves here

who fit that description,” Russell replied in a
deceptively mild tone. Inside the word mine! Mine!
Mine! Beat in time with his heart.

Dalton reached out and trailed a finger down

the center of Russell’s chest. “True, but there’s
only one Wolf who interests me.”

Russell’s body burned from Dalton’s brief

caress. “And who is that?”

A sexy chuckle drifted past Dalton’s lips. The

sound so rich and melodic, it made Russell’s cock

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jerk in response. Leaning in close, Dalton
whispered, “If you have to ask that, then you’re
not the guy I thought you were.”

Russell swallowed hard as he scrambled for a

witty reply. He’d been with plenty of guys. All of
whom had been more experienced and older than
Dalton,  yet  none  of  them  had  affected  Russell  so
strongly. How some young, tease managed to turn
him on so much when so many others  had failed
was a mystery. Damn, if Russell cared enough to
struggle  to  come  up  with  an  answer  either.  All
that mattered to him was how he was going to get
Dalton alone, naked and under him.

Russell scanned the room, looking for some

place where they could sneak away. The exit was
all the way across the hall, so that was out.
Especially since Chris was making a speech inches
from the door. The next option was the bathroom,
but that was out, too, since too many shifters were
coming in and out.

Desperate, Russell finally grabbed Dalton and

led him to a small alcove nearby. It was small and
taken up by coats, but it would serve their needs
adequately enough.

Putting his hand in the center of Dalton’s chest,

Russell gave a gentle shove until the Lynx’s back
was pressed against a wall. Dalton’s lips parted in
shock, his eyes widening in the most endearing
way.

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“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Dalton

asked, his hands going up to rest on Russell’s
shoulders.

“Not when I see something that I want,”

Russell growled.

He leaned down and captured Dalton’s lips in a

hard,  yet  sensual  kiss.  Dalton  let  out  a  soft
whimper  before  he  became  plaint,  sagging  into
Russell.  A  thrill  of  possession  went  through
Russell  as  he  wrapped  his  arms  around  the
younger  man,  completing  holding  him  in  his
embrace.

Tearing his lips away, Russell gazed into

Dalton’s passion-infused gaze. “How old are
you?”

While Dalton looked old enough, Russell was

going make damn sure before things went too far.
While he may be a professional criminal, there
were some depths that not even he would stoop.

“Nineteen,” Dalton replied, his voice thick with

arousal. “How old are you?”

“Thirty.”
The impish grin returned to Dalton’s lips.

“Wow, you’re old.”

Disappointment slammed into Russell. “Too

old for you?”

Dalton shook his head, the smile still firmly in

place. “Nah. I’ve always liked it when my guys
had a few years on me.”

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The plural use of guys made Russell want to

snarl in protest. If he had his way, Dalton
wouldn’t so much as look at another male again.

“Kiss me again. Please?” Dalton pled as he

tilted his lips up invitingly.

That was a request that never would have to be

asked  twice.  Russell  lowered  his  head,  their
mouths  once  again  meeting.  This  time  he  took
things  slower  so  he  could  savor  the  wild  taste  of
Dalton and how the man’s tongue felt as his slid in
to explore.

There were so many things Russell wanted to

do  that  he  didn’t  know  where  to  start.  Various
ideas  flashed  through  his  head,  each  one  more
erotic  than  the  last.  He  visualized  how  it  would
look,  to  have  Dalton  kneeling  before  him,  the
Lynx’s  pink  lips  stretching  as  they  sucked  off
Russell’s  cock.  Next  came  the  fantasy  of  jerking
down Dalton’s pants, just enough so Russell could
bend him over and fuck them both into oblivion.

Then Dalton’s body trembled. It wasn’t much,

just the tiniest of movements, but it was enough to
let Russell know that the younger man wasn’t as
experienced as his earlier teasing suggested.

Although it was one of the hardest things he

ever had to do, Russell pulled back and put a
break on the encounter. He still kept Dalton in his
arms, however, not willing to give up that
comfort.

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Dalton swayed, a glazed, shocked expression

coming over his eyes. “Why did you stop?”

“Because if I didn’t, I was going to screw you

right here and I don’t think your first time should
be in a coat closet.” Russell lightly skidded his lips
across Dalton’s jaw.

“How do you know it will be my first time?”

Dalton gasped.

“Kitten, everything about you screams virgin.”
Dalton nibbled on his bottom lip as he lowered

his gaze. “I’m sure if you give me a chance I can
catch on quick.”

Regret washed through Russell as he realized

he’d inadvertently hurt Daltons’ feelings. Tucking
his fingers under Dalton’s chin, Russell made the
feline meet his gaze.

“There’s nothing wrong with you being

inexperienced. If anything, it makes you even
sexier.”

“Then why did you stop?”
“Make no mistake, kitten. We will fuck and I

will be your first, but when it happens it’s going to
be special, like you deserve.”

Dalton pulled a face. “I’m not some girl who

needs coddling.”

Russell laughed. “If you were a girl, then it

wouldn’t be an issue because I wouldn’t be
interested in you.”

“Then when? Where?”

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“How about we—”
“Dalton, what in the hell are you doing?” A

sharp voice sliced through the air, cutting Russell
off.

“Shit!” Dalton jumped, his eyes growing huge

with alarm.

Russell growled in irritation as he turned to

face off against the intruder. A tall, thin, dark-
haired male stood at the opening of the alcove. He
wore the all black coalition uniform and a furious
expression.

“Let me guess, you’re Trevor,” Russell drawled.
When Russell made no move to let Dalton go,

the Lynx wiggled out of his hold and slid away
from the wall. While Dalton didn’t step
completely away, Russell still felt a sense of loss.

The intruder lifted the corner of his mouth up

in a sneer. “Yes, I’m Trevor and I know who you
are, too. What I don’t know is why in the hell you
just had your filthy paws all over my charge.”

“Don’t talk about him that way. Besides, you

have no right to tell me who I can and can’t be
with,” Dalton argued.

“I do when I see you’re about to make a huge

mistake,” Trevor countered.

“That’s not fair at all. Especially since Russell

helped you out when the slavers had you.”

It stunned Russell that Dalton so readily came

to his defense, even though they’d known each

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other less than an hour.

Trevor gave a slight nod, but the stubborn look

on his face remained. “I appreciate him for doing
that. It still doesn’t mean that I want him around
you.”

“Why don’t you let Dalton make that decision

for himself?” Russell interjected.

“Because Dalton’s been through a lot of crap

this past year. The last thing he needs is some
manipulative bastard to come into his life and
mess things up for him,” Trevor snapped.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Dalton chided.
“Maybe not, but he’s right,” Russell admitted,

hating himself all the more at that moment. “I’ve
done things that would make Satan blush in
shame.”

“Oh,” Dalton sighed as he nibbled on his lip.
“Why do you act so taken aback? You told me

earlier you knew about my past.”

“True, I’d just hoped that the stories were

exaggerated.”

Russell pressed his mouth together as it was he

who lowered his gaze. No, the stories hadn’t been
exaggerated.  He  was  rotten  to  the  core.  Then  he
glanced up at Dalton and sucked in a breath as he
spotted  something  in  the  Lynx’s  gaze.  It  was  so
foreign to Russell that it took him a few moments
to  recognize  it.  Even  after  that,  it  still  took  him  a
few more moments to actually believe that it was

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being directed at him.

Dalton was giving him what could only be

called a hopeful, yet devoted look. Like, while he
knew that Russell was crap, Dalton still saw some
good.

Trevor reached out, grabbed Dalton by the

hand and dragged the younger man to the
opening of the alcove. “Come on, let’s get home.
Shane will be waiting for us.”

Dalton gave Russell one last regretful glance

before he gave a tiny nod. Not that Russell blamed
him  for  his  choice.  While  they  had  some  pretty
damn  strong  chemistry,  they’d  just  met,  whereas
he’d known and trusted Trevor for much longer. It
still  didn’t  mean  the  rejection  didn’t  sting  like  a
bitch.

They started to leave and Russell felt a rush of

panic as he realized that he may never see Dalton
again. Desperate for that not to happen, Russell
rushed forward. “I’ll let you take him tonight, but
that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on him.”

They paused, a look of fury crossing Trevor’s

face. Dalton, on the other hand, grinned as his
eyes sparkled with amusement.

Slowly turning, Trevor said, “Do you have a

death wish or something?”

Truth be told, up until an hour ago, Russell

sometimes wondered the same thing himself.
Because despite all the money and power, his life

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had been empty. That was until a certain Lynx
wandered into his life and knocked everything on
its ass. “Not anymore.”

“Then why in the hell are you being so

persistent about this?”

Locking gazes with Dalton, Russell replied,

“Because he belongs with me and nothing is going
to stop me from claiming him.”

Trevor smirked at him. “Yeah, we’ll see about

that.” He then dragged Dalton away.

As he watched them leave, Russell vowed to

himself that no matter what he had to do, even if
he had to change everything about himself, he’d
somehow prove himself worthy of Dalton. Most of
all, he wouldn’t give up until the Lynx was where
he belonged—by Russell’s side and under his
protection.

About the Author

Stephani  Hecht  is  a  happily  married  mother  of
two.  Born  and  raised  in  Michigan,  she  loves  all
things  about  the  state,  from  the  frigid  winters  to
the  Detroit  Red  Wings  hockey  team.  You  can
usually  find  her  snuggled  up  to  her  laptop,
creating her next book.

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