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The wolves had been returning all evening. One by one or in groups of two. Keeping count probably would have been a good idea. At this point, she really had no idea how many she’d seen.

Someone moved near the small cottage, the one across the driveway from the main house. Two wolves trotted across the drive and up the stairs to the front deck. They disappeared in the shadows. She tried to see where they’d gone, but the scope was slightly out of focus. She adjusted it quickly, but not fast enough. The view cleared just in time to see the door close behind the body of a tall, naked man with a wolf at his side.

Damn! Had that one shifted on the porch? Outside? Why not the other one? Crap. One more missed opportunity, all because the scope was out of focus! The first chance to actually witness a shift, missed. Damn, damn, damn!

Much too aware of Adam’s nudity, Logan followed him through the door and shifted once he was inside. “I hope no one saw you.”

Adam shrugged. “I know. I tried to be quick. I should have been more careful, but I forgot to leave the door ajar.” He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I still haven’t figured out how to open one with paws. You’re right, though. We need to be careful. I can’t get over the feeling someone is watching us. Guess I’m just being paranoid, but we didn’t used to worry out here. We’d shift anywhere because we felt protected, as if we had all the privacy we needed. Not anymore.”

Logan quietly closed the door. Talking about anything, even something this bad, was better than thinking about the fact they were both naked, both aroused…both well aware why they were here together.

And what they were going to be doing in a very few minutes.

“Mik told us about the attacks here last month, that they actually got inside the house.”

Adam nodded. “They did.” He led Logan down the hallway. The line of his back was long and smooth. A sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades and along his spine caught a reflection from the hall light…the same light that left deep shadows in the taut muscles of his buttocks as they rippled and bunched with every step.

Logan was mesmerized by the flow of light and shadow across Adam’s ass, the muscles hollowed and dark as he moved ahead with such natural grace. His fingertips itched with the effort it took to keep his hands at his sides, so badly did he want to reach out and stroke Adam’s sleek flanks.

“They could have stolen the babies,” Adam said. His deep voice raised barely above a whisper. “As it is, they almost killed Anton.”

“But you saved him, right?”

Adam paused with his hand on the doorknob to what was presumably a bedroom. He looked unbelievably handsome, every inch an alpha male, yet unaccountably conflicted. A chill passed over Logan. A line of heat surged through his groin and settled in his balls.

“Not really.” Adam’s soft reply caught him by surprise. “He was in bad shape when I got to him. I mended the broken bones and stopped the bleeding, but we would have lost him without the pack.” Adam paused and closed his eyes a moment, as if the memories were physically painful for him. Then he turned his gaze on Logan. His amber eyes sparkled in the low light. Tears?

“I was exhausted…beyond exhausted, and I couldn’t do anymore for him. Somehow Eve and my sister Manda figured out a way to channel their energy into me. So much of what we do is a learning process. There’s so much we don’t know, so much we might be capable of, if only we knew.”

Adam shook his head, obviously frustrated by his lack of knowledge. “They did it so I could help Anton, but there wasn’t much more I could do for him, not until everyone in the pack gave him as much of their life force as they could. That’s what saved him. That and his daughter Lily.”

“Lily? She’s just a baby. And with so many injuries…how?” Channeling life force, healing broken bones from inside a body…It was all too much.

“Come with me and I’ll show you.” Adam held the door wide open.

“Said the spider to the fly.” Grinning despite the butterflies in his belly, Logan stepped through the open door into the bedroom beyond. He fixated on the big, empty bed and his mind exploded with questions, but all he asked was, “Is this where you and Eve stay?”

“Sometimes.” Adam ran his fingers along the bedpost. “A lot of nights we’re in with Mei and Oliver, sometimes over at the big house. Some nights it’s just the two of us, when we want to be alone. There’s never any pressure for any of it…It’s all up to the individual.” He turned away from the bed and stroked Logan’s shoulder.

Logan’s body jerked.

“Relax. I won’t bite.”

“Damn. I was sort of hoping you might.” His voice cracked and he felt like a damned fool. He looked back over his shoulder at Adam. Adam’s eyes narrowed, studying him.

Logan took a moment to do the same, to inspect Adam’s lean body, his fair skin darkened by exposure to sun and wind, his large hands covered in nicks and scars from working on things that were broken.

From fixing things.

And those things included people, with all their myriad injuries. Exactly what Logan wanted to understand.

Adam was heavily aroused, his cock standing dark and proud against his flat belly. The nest of hair at his groin was darker than the streaked blond hair that hung in tangles to his shoulders.

Logan was every bit as turned on, erect and swollen to the point of pain, but all he could do was stand there, trapped by Adam’s gaze, caught by needs he didn’t fully comprehend.

He bowed his head, a blatantly submissive gesture that somehow felt right. “I’m sorry, Adam. I don’t know how to do this.”

Adam grinned. “What? Fuck a guy or get into my head?”

Logan raised his eyes, smiled and shook his head. “Take the first step. Usually Jazzy leads the way.”

This time Adam laughed out loud and Logan felt the tension begin to melt away. “Don’t you love those alpha bitches?” Adam walked across the room and grabbed a bottle off a low shelf. “This might help,” he said, pouring the golden liquid into a water glass and handing it to Logan. He poured another for himself. “They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing. It’s a trick I learned from Anton. A glass of good cognac releases a lot of inhibitions we still have from our human lives.” He stretched out on the bed, grabbed a pillow and leaned against the headboard with his glass in his hand.

Logan sipped at the fiery liquid and felt the heat as it slipped down his throat. At Adam’s unspoken invitation, he stacked a couple of pillows against the headboard and stretched out beside him.

“That’s me,” Logan said, staring into the golden liquid in his glass. “Full of inhibitions. The weird thing is, when I had amnesia, I got myself tattooed from one end to the other, pierced my nipples and my dick…” He glanced at Adam and sighed. “It’s like I had this alternate personality that finally broke free.”

“That was probably the Chanku part of you, tired of being roped in by conventions.” Adam shrugged and set his glass aside. He’d almost emptied it. “After so many years of medical school, your internship, residency…I imagine that part of you was more than ready to break free.”

“Could be.” Laughing, he stared at his glass. “Then, the first time I shifted, all the tats just fell off, along with the piercings.”

“Dust in the wind, right? Anything foreign to the body doesn’t make the shift. Luckily none of us has had any fillings in our teeth.” Adam rolled his head to the side and grinned. “Did Tala tell you what she lost?”

Logan nodded, laughing. “Her IUD. We’ve had fun teasing her, but she’s a damned good sport.” He took a big swallow of cognac. It burned going down and made his eyes water. His smile slipped as his mind shifted away from Tala, on to deeper things.

He took another swallow and turned his head. He wanted to see Adam’s eyes when he spoke to him. He needed that connection, at least now, while he was sharing a part of himself he rarely gave up. “I remember back when I was a resident at Good Samaritan, a big hospital down in southern California, thinking about sex and being too damned tired to do anything about it. After I was injured—it happened during a business trip to San Francisco—I had no idea who or what I was. No identity, no money. Once I was healthy enough, they booted my ass out of the hospital and I ended up on the streets. I fell in with a group of homeless guys. Hell, they’d fuck anything that moved, but that didn’t feel like me, either. Their lack of morality, of direction, bugged me. The ones I ended up with, Deacon, Jazzy, Nick, Matt, and Beth, were all smarter than the rest. More focused on survival, but surviving with a code of honor the others didn’t have.” He stared at his glass and took another sip.

Adam nodded. “There’s an instinctive sense of integrity among Chanku. Ruthless, sometimes, but still honorable. An ability to kill without regret if the pack is threatened, to kill for food, but there’s a powerful sense of family, too. It’s something all of us seem to need. Probably what drew you to your friends in the beginning. A sense of something familiar, even though you didn’t recognize it.”

Logan nodded, mesmerized by the soft glow in Adam’s eyes. He watched the steady tattoo of his pulse at the base of his throat and thought he actually heard the throbbing beat of Adam’s heart, the rush of his blood through veins and arteries.

Without conscious thought, Logan reached for Adam, touched the pulse point in his neck, traced the broad stretch of his shoulder and ran his fingers down his arm. He felt Adam’s thoughts in his head, his curiosity, his need to know more of what Logan had learned about medicine as much as his need to understand the kind of man Logan was now, after essentially living his life as two distinct personalities.

The dedicated doctor, the amnesiac slacker. Which one wanted to share his body with Adam Wolf? Logan set his empty glass down on the bedside table and reached for Adam, vaguely aware he’d suddenly taken the more aggressive role.

Something about Adam drew him, whether it was the calm acceptance and understanding in his eyes, or the powerful sense of self that seemed so much a part of the man.

Adam knew who and what he was. Like Anton Cheval, he accepted his power and shared it without question, yet the need to learn more was a compelling force. The need to know more about others in order to understand himself.

Why Logan found that trait so seductive, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the cognac. Maybe not. Without planning the move, he pulled Adam into his arms. Adam came willingly, all lean muscle and masculine angles and warm male flesh. Logan held him close, traced the seam of his lips with his tongue and explored the soft contours of his mouth.

Another man’s mouth. He couldn’t recall kissing Deacon. Maybe he had…or Mik, either. He had to taste Adam. Adam’s lips were dry, a little chapped and weathered, just like the rest of him. Logan moistened them with his tongue, slipped between and touched teeth and tongue. Adam’s big hand palmed the back of his head and held him close. His breath was hot, sweet, seductive.

Kissing wasn’t really necessary, not for the physical coupling required to link, but Logan needed it, wanted the sense of connection that demanded a total union of taste and touch.

Adam threw one long leg over his thigh and pulled their midsections together. Hip to hip, cock to cock—when Adam’s hot shaft slid across his, Logan gasped and thrust his hips forward.

They grappled, mouths fused, legs twisting and tangling in a sensual wrestling match for domination that brought their bodies closer. Logan’s sense of power grew with each moment of contact, the innate feeling there was something about the two of them together that made each of them stronger.

Adam broke the kiss first, and power shifted. He slipped lower, biting at Logan’s nipples, licking his belly and finally reaching his swollen cock. There was no subtlety, no finesse at all, just pure, male power when he wrapped his lips around Logan’s cock and sucked him deep.

Logan arched his back. He cried out when Adam caught his balls in his hand and squeezed just to the point of pain, but it was pleasure that held him, desire that controlled him. Sucking harder, Adam’s teeth scraped sensitive flesh, his tongue danced along the sleek length of Logan’s shaft.

Adam took him quickly to the point of climax, but he pulled away before Logan lost control. He reared back on his knees, chest billowing in and out with each breath, his mouth and chin slick with his own saliva and Logan’s precum. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and looked down at Logan where he lay, stretched out on the bedcovers.

“Whatever I want,” he said. “Whatever I say. All right?”

Heart pounding, his cock wet and throbbing and his balls tight between his legs, Logan would have promised Adam the moon.

He nodded.

Adam reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a wrapped condom and a tube of lubricant. He set the tube on Logan’s belly as if he were nothing more than furniture and handed the condom to him. “Put this on me.”

Adam leaned forward and planted his hands beside Logan’s head. His cock bobbed obscenely between them. A white bubble of fluid dripped from the slit and landed on Logan’s chest.

Logan shivered and bit back a groan. With teeth and shaking hands, he tore open the package and carefully wrapped his fingers around Adam’s hot length.

Damn, the guy was huge. At least as large as Mik, if not bigger, and he was going to shove that monster up his ass. Logan’s chest tightened, but it wasn’t fear. Pure, unadulterated arousal, an almost manic desire for penetration surged through his body.

He raised his head and caught Adam watching him, watching Logan’s face, not his hands. The two men stared at each other for a moment. Their thoughts were totally blocked, but if the longing written on Adam’s face was as clear on his own, Logan knew there was no doubt of either man’s intentions or desires.

Logan lowered his gaze first. He looked down at his hand, at the tight grasp of his fingers around Adam’s thickly veined cock. The white bubble at the tip had become a steady stream, running down Adam’s shaft, coating Logan’s fingers. It would be so easy to jerk him off, to make Adam come before he had a chance to fuck his ass, but that wasn’t why they were here.

He swallowed, took a deep breath, and placed the condom over Adam’s broad glans, covering just the tip. The pure yet somehow forbidden intimacy of the act, of sheathing another man, made him even hotter. The muscles in his groin and between his legs rippled and clenched almost violently, but he managed to roll the condom down over Adam’s length. He even remembered to leave enough at the tip so that it wouldn’t tear when he ejaculated.

An image filled Logan’s mind, a visual of streams of hot, creamy fluid shooting forcefully from Adam’s cock, caught there within the latex tip of the condom. He imagined the taste…bitter, maybe, or even sweet, but he wouldn’t know. Not this time. As if we’ll do this again.

Logan swallowed convulsively as he smoothed the sheath over Adam’s hard length. Knowing what was coming next, once the condom was in place, sent a stab of heat from the small of his back to his balls.

His buttocks tightened. He released Adam’s sheathed cock and rested his hands beside him on the bed covers.

Adam sat back on his heels and grabbed the tube off Logan’s belly. “Roll over.”

There was no intonation at all in the clipped instructions. Logan had no idea what Adam was thinking, what he truly expected of him. Adam’s mind was closed, the thoughts held back so that Logan acted in a complete void of knowledge.

Adam’s easy domination made Logan’s heart pound. His mouth went dry, his body tingled with expectation and excitement. He was such a control freak. Did Adam know that? Was that the reason he…

“You’re broadcasting. Quit trying to analyze me or what the fuck we’re going to do. Just roll over. I want your ass in the air, knees bent. Fold your arms and put your head down. Close your eyes. Don’t talk and don’t move.”

Logan rolled. He took the position. Submissive, helpless. Cool air brushed his buttocks and for some reason he felt more naked, more exposed, than he’d ever been in his life. He was so hard, he hurt. His cock brushed his belly and the wet tip left a smear across his stomach. He wanted to grab it, to wrap his fingers around that swollen piece of meat and jerk off hard and fast before the pressure killed him, but he kept his arms folded and his forehead pressed against his wrists.

And he waited.

Vulnerable, more defenseless than he’d ever been with any other person. The ones who mugged him had knocked him out first. He’d never known what happened. Now he knew. Now he anticipated what was to come, the complete submission of self.

Submission to another man.

Adam knelt behind him. Logan sensed but couldn’t read him. He felt the curve of Adam’s calves brushing the sides of his legs, but nothing more. No mental contact, no other physical contact. He counted seconds that dragged on forever. Finally, after at least two full minutes, Adam roughly shoved Logan’s legs farther apart. It threw him off balance and he knew his butt cheeks gaped wide. He felt horribly exposed. Unprotected. The taut muscle around his ass tightened, clenching and releasing in a rhythmic pattern that made his cock even harder.

Adam didn’t move.

What the fuck was he doing? Just kneeling back there, staring at his ass?

Logan had never felt so defenseless. Not even when he was in the hospital, his head wrapped in bandages, no clue to his identity. This was worse, this sense of being totally under Adam’s control. The sense of urgency, of knowing he was ready to do anything at all to please him, admitting to himself that it wasn’t merely for the knowledge Adam had promised to share. No, he’d do it just to ease the ache, to satisfy the pure, carnal need for Adam Wolf.

Jazzy had tried to play the dominant partner, but they both knew Logan could overpower her anytime he wanted. Adam was physically stronger than Logan. Bigger. Kneeling here in the bedroom with the lights still on, his body entirely exposed, there was no denying the facts. He was entirely at Adam’s mercy, his cock hard and dripping, his asshole winking an invitation.

He trembled, as much from fear as anticipation. His heart pounded, echoing in his ears. His senses, already Chanku sharp, seemed to sharpen even more.

When Adam ran his fingers down the sweaty crease of his ass, Logan jerked.

“Hold still.”

He forced himself not to move. Not when Adam stroked him again, pausing at his hole, not when he forced a finger inside through painfully dry tissues.

Logan bit back a sigh when Adam added the slippery lube to his fingers and pressed the broad tips against his tight sphincter muscle. Rubbing and pressing, he worked at the sensitive ring of flesh before pushing first one, then two fingers inside. In and out, slowly, methodically softening the taut muscle. Logan bit back a groan of pleasure.

Adam added a third finger, stretching, probing deep, forcing them all the way in. When he softly massaged Logan’s perineum with his other hand, Logan wanted to cry out.

Pleasure? Pain? So closely aligned, one so much a part of the other he didn’t know, but he bit his lips and breathed deeply, steadily through his nose.

Even that didn’t work when Adam cupped Logan’s balls in his hand and spread lube over the wrinkled sac and along his cock. Exquisite pleasure, unbelievable sensation enveloped him. A small whimper escaped in spite of all his attempts at silence.

At the first hint of sound, Adam’s hands slipped away from his body. Logan shivered as all the parts of him covered with the slick lubricant reacted to whatever fragile air currents drifted through the room. They felt like cool fingers caressing his balls, slipping over his buttocks and down the sweaty crease, stroking his cock.

He heard Adam screwing the lid back on the tube. Cool air raised gooseflesh over his back and down his thighs. Still he waited, and the tension grew.

He sensed Adam’s change of position behind him. The sense of waiting, of expectation grew, expanded, swelling until Logan felt as if he might explode with wanting. Then Adam was in his head, his thoughts crystal clear. Logan saw through Adam’s eyes, felt with Adam’s hands.

His body trembled and he gave up all sense of himself. Gave up the man who was Doctor Logan Pierce and became nothing more than a receptacle for Adam Wolf.