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massaged Caden’s skin, seeing the pink hole now stretched and red.

He dipped down, stiffening his tongue before pushing it in.

“Mark, please.” Caden whined.

Mark opened him up, pushing his tongue deeper and thrusting a few times before pulling back, lapping at the tender entrance.

“What does my baby want?” he asked as he licked around the circumference and down to his mate’s sac.

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck me into unconsciousness.” He rose up, leaning over Caden and grabbing his shaft, lining it up to give his mate what he wanted. “Will you put yourself at risk again?” Mark pushed just the head in, waited a moment, and then pulled back out.

“No, sir, I swear. Never. Now please fuck my ass.” Caden’s head reared back, his pelvis coming off of the bed as he tried to push Mark’s cock back in. The pup was seeking him. His ass was begging to be fucked.

Mark rimmed the stretched flesh with the head of his cock, teasing his mate but at the same time driving him insane. His control was slowly crumbling. The need to take what was his demanded he quit playing around and give Caden what he was pleading for.

Caden pulled at the restraints again, trying desperately to free his hands. Mark took pity on his mate and on his own burning need, sinking deep. Mark wrapped his body around his mate as he pulled back then thrust forward, picking up the rhythm until he felt the familiar sign of his orgasm approaching. Seeing the soft leather that bound his mate drove him to the edge even faster.

Caden bucked as much as he could and cried out, trying his best to impale his ass harder onto Mark’s cock. Mark hitched his hips and drove in deeper, his mate’s ass greeting his cock on every thrust.

“Good boy. Ass so tight.” Mark kissed the back of Caden’s neck as he thrust harder. His cock was so hard it made Mark fuck Caden harder.

Caden pulled his arms frantically as he writhed under Mark.

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Mark pulled his cock until just the head remained and then fucked Caden’s ass in quick bursts, teasing his mate and himself.

“Shove it in hard, sir.”

Mark slammed his cock in, feeling like Caden’s body was created just for him. It molded to his so damn perfectly. Mark slid his hands under Caden’s chest, swiveling his hips as he laid his cheek on Caden’s back. This man called to Mark’s baser instincts, making Mark wanted to give him all that he was. Can a man make a man want to be a better person?

He wanted to be whatever a man should be for Caden.

Mark stiffened as he roared out his release. He shot to the heavens, taking Caden with him when he heard his mate cry out his name as he thrust into the mattress. “Never put yourself in harm’s way again,” Mark commanded low in his ear.

His mate nodded. “I swear to you.” Mark shifted to his side, removing his weight off of his mate as he reached up and released the restraints. The ankles could wait. Mark wanted to hold his pup at the moment, feel him safely in his arms. Caden didn’t move when Mark began to stroke his hair, massaging his scalp with the tips of his fingers.

After ten minutes had passed, Mark reluctantly got up and removed the ankle restraints, placing them in the side drawer as he laid the vibrator on the stand to be cleansed and put back in its hiding place.

He grabbed a warm towel, cleaning Caden as his mate slept. Then Mark crawled under the shower, wondering how he managed to be not gay but had a male mate. The two ideas circled around in his head, and all he could do was chuckle. For not being gay, he would kill anyone that came between him and Caden.

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Mark woke Caden up. Caden’s body was aching and still felt like putty. Caden yawned then smiled shyly at his mate in remembrance of what happened earlier. “Hi,” was all he could manage, feeling like a virgin all over again. That was the best, most exciting thing to ever happen to him, and the fact that Mark had done it made his skin tingle to do it all over again.

“Hey, pup.” His mate ran his hands over Caden’s back. “How do you feel?”

Caden felt his face and the tips of his ears heat up. Could he tell Mark that he loved what was done to him and wanted it again? Could he find the courage to confess how the feeling of the leather on his wrists had changed something inside of him? “Good.” No, the courage fled when his lips parted to answer his mate. His wrists felt bare, empty, without the bondage holding them.

Mark brushed the hair from his forehead, smiling down at him.

Caden’s lips fixed themselves to confess how much he wanted that again but the words wouldn’t leave his throat. “I…”

“I know. I could see it in your eyes.” Mark pulled the side of his mouth up in a sexy grin. Caden melted all over again. He leaned into the caress when Mark cupped the side of his face, his mate’s thumb running back and forth over his cheek.

“I want…” He must sound like a simpleton. He cursed his tied tongue and the lack of bravery to confess to his mate his deepest desires. It was his mate, for crying out loud. Things like this should be easy to talk about, so why was it so hard?

“To try it again?” Mark finished for him. Caden blushed and nodded as the thumb continued to caress him. Caden’s eyes darted up to those gorgeous grass-green eyes that were sparkling with amusement then back down to stare at his mate’s denim-clad thighs.

“We will. I’m nowhere near finished exploring with you.” The words sent Caden’s heart racing. Mark understood his desires without trampling over the words to express them. He whimpered when Mark’s hand moved away from his face but sucked in a breath
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when the fingers of his mate’s caressed his wrists. “You looked good in my cuffs.”

“I…” Damn it. Why couldn’t he string a full sentence together?

Mark chuckled, amused at Caden’s temporary speech impediment.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be trying it again very soon.” Caden rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Mark. He took a quick shower and then joined Mark in the bedroom.

“Are you hungry?” Mark asked as he stood.

“Yes.” Caden opened the dresser, grabbing some clothing and putting them on. He turned toward Mark, walking into his mate’s arms, feeling so right. Mark’s strong arms circled around him, holding him close as they stood there.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Caden rubbed his face over Mark’s chest, never wanting to leave his mate’s arms.

“You had me going out my mind, baby.”

“I never want to disappoint you again. I couldn’t stand the way you looked at me with disapproval.”

Mark laid his head on the top of Caden’s. “I don’t know what I would do if tomorrow came and my Caden wasn’t in it.” Mark lifted Caden’s chin, kissing him softly on the lips, and then looked him in the eyes. “And I don’t want to find out.”

“You won’t.”

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Mark opened the boxes of equipment that had been delivered while his lift was being set up. This place had been perfect. The square footage gave him room to work on a few cars at a time.

Grabbing his clipboard, Mark checked off the things that had arrived from his list of things ordered.

The strange thing about being here was the sense of family the shifters gave him. Instead of isolating himself as he usually did with
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the fear of losing them, he found himself opening up. They weren’t going anywhere—not for a long time, just like his mate.

The longevity the shifters had helped to ease his fears. That fear had been instilled in him ever since the night he received the news of his parents’ killing. It was a grip that took hold every time someone tried to befriend him. What made Tangee different was anybody’s guess. Maybe it was the lost look in the kid’s eyes. Mark had been feeling the same at the time.

He pushed the floor jack out of his way as he continued to check off the items on his list.

The lift was a thing of beauty. It wasn’t high tech or brand new, but it was his. The whole place was. His granddad’s garage had felt like he was taking over for someone else, but here, everything was built from scratch, like watching his baby being born.

Caden sat in his office, going over appointments that were already being called in. His mate was turning out to be a very good assistant.

The guy didn’t know a battery from a water pump, but he was excellent at scheduling.

Mark thought about the desperate need he had seen in his mate’s eyes last night. Playing Dom had always turned him on, but playing it with Caden kept him in a perpetual state of hardness. Mark pushed the thought aside before he dropped everything and tossed his mate over his desk.

There was too much to do right now.

They had put out flyers stating they would be open in a week.

Mark hoped everything would arrive by then, but he’d had to special order a few parts for the first customer on his list. Signs were made up for oil changes at a cheap rate.

Shocks and struts installations were announced in the flyers as on sale the first week.

They used different angles to offer the poor community a chance to have their repairs done without taking out a second mortgage to pay for it.

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Caden even came up with the idea for a sale. Buy three tires and get the fourth free. Mark was proud of the way Caden got into the swing of things. He made it clear to his mate that they were partners and not owner and employee. This made Caden happy as hell, which in turn made Mark happy.

Mark may not be working on customizing vehicles, but it made him feel good knowing he was helping out the community and not gouging them. Having Caden helping made it all the more better.

“How’s everything coming together?” Loco asked as he entered the garage.

“Good. Everything seems to be coming together.” Mark was stacking brake fluid and antifreeze on a shelf. Next, he hooked different-sized belts on the wall next to the shelf.

Loco peered into his office. “How’s Caden working out?” Mark smiled. “My mate is doing a good job. He’s already got me booked for the next month.” He could hear the pride in his voice at Caden’s competence.

“Well, we did need a mechanic here. Maverick wants me to get all of our trucks in for oil changes and anything else that they might need.”

Mark tilted his head toward the office. “Go see Caden. Have him set it up. But I warn you it won’t be right away.”

“Ah, come on. We don’t get special treatment?” Loco pouted.

Mark chuckled. “Not when I have appointments already booked.

Should have said something before he started taking them.” Loco watched the men work on installing the lift. “You know I’m only giving you a hard time.”

“Figured as much. You come here to harass me or just hang out?” Mark set the last can of PB Blaster on his workbench.

They walked to the front of the garage and people watched for a moment. Mark was glad for the small break. “Tangee is over at the diner. I just had breakfast,” Loco answered then turned to Mark.

“Listen, I wanted to apologize for accusing you of taking our pup.”
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“No apology needed. You were looking out for him. I’m grateful.” Loco glanced sideways at him. “We take care of ours. We’re a tight-knit family, and you’re one of us now.”

“I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” Mark held his hand over his heart.

“Dick.”

Mark laughed. “That might be, but you just claimed me.” He batted his eyes at Loco.

“Shut the fuck up.” Loco chuckled.

“You claimed my mate?” Caden asked as he joined them.

“Only as family, Caden.” The three watched as a young man approached the garage.

“This must be the guy applying for the mechanic job. I’m supposed to meet with him this morning.” Mark watched the tall, thin young man approached them.

“He looks awful young to be working as a mechanic. He’s human, too.”

Mark turned to Loco. “Can any of you wolves work on an engine?”

“Point taken. Just watch him,” Loco advised.

Mark shook the young man’s hand. “You must be Billy.”

“Yes, sir.” The kid had a firm grip. Mark was impressed. The voice was a bit shaky, but Mark chalked that up to nerves.

“What’s your experience?”

The young man looked from Mark to Loco then over to Caden.

Seeming a bit uncomfortable, he shifted from foot to foot. “My daddy taught me how to work on cars. I’ve done everything from changing oil to replacing alternators and brakes. I’m real good, sir, if you can just give me a chance to show you.”

The guy did seem desperate when he called. Mark liked the way he wanted to prove himself. “Tell you what.” Mark rubbed his chin, giving the effect of hard consideration. “I’ll give you two weeks to prove to me you know what you’re doing. Deal?”
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“Thank you, sir. When do I start?” Billy had a gleam in his eye, his thankfulness showing on his face. Mark could practically see the excitement racing through the man’s body.

“Monday at six sharp. Don’t be late.” If the guy was anything like Tangee, he wouldn’t be here until ten. Mark smiled, thinking of the days when the young man worked two jobs and couldn’t get to either on time. That kid would forget his head if it wasn’t attached.

“Yes, Mr. Forester.” A smile broke across Billy’s young face.

“Mark.”

“Yes, Mark. See you Monday.”

Mark smiled as Billy ran back the way he came.

“Seems like a nice boy. Think he’ll work out?” Loco watched the redheaded kid until he was out of sight.

“Nerves will make him screw up the first week, and by the second I’ll see what he knows.” Mark liked Billy. He seemed way too eager.

Maybe he was trying to help support his family. He’d give him more than two weeks if he proved to know what he was doing. If not, maybe he could just clean up and keep the place clutter free. Mark had a soft spot for gangly kids trying to help their families. He’d given Tangee a thousand chances, and the guy never could make it to work on time, but he was eager to help and make a few bucks.