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By the time Matias reached the bar, his entire presence had shifted. Gone was the man wrapped up in pleasure. Now he was pure command, all business. His pack noticed instantly.

“We ride.”

Glasses hit the counter, chairs scraped against the floor, and in less than a heartbeat, his men were on their feet.

He pointed at Tito who was behind the bar. “You stay and watch over Elijah and Percy. Keep the doors locked. Make sure nothing happens to them, understood?”

Tito nodded.

Matias and nine of his men were out the door, heading to find out what kind of trouble Diablo and Santiago were in and who he needed to kill, livid he’d had to leave Elijah so soon after claiming him.

His mate.

Elijah now belonged to him.

And he belonged to his little bunny.

Chapter Ten

Elijah stood in the entrance to the hallway for the longest moment, his lips still tingling, his body still burning. Had he really let Matias claim him? They hadn’t been able to get enough of each other. Tongues, teeth, and bodies.

As he dressed, Elijah felt hot, his breathing speeding up again, even though Matias had taken off.

“Fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair and caught himself smiling, his cheeks hurting from his grin while Matias’s dark, earthy scent still clung to him.

A reminder that he’d actually had sex with someone who wasn’t human. He gripped his shirt and inhaled the fabric, eyes briefly closing. Like he could still feel the pressure of Matias’s hands on him.

Stop before you drive yourself crazy.

Swiping a bottle of juice from the kitchen, Elijah went in search of Percy. The smile refused to fade. Elijah pressed his hand against his stomach, butterflies knocking around inside of him, causing his skin to flush.

Had that really happened? It didn’t seem real, but Elijah had the body aches as a receipt that Matias really had rocked his world.

There were six rooms in the back, every one of them unlocked.

Every one of them empty.

Maybe Percy was at the bar sipping on a Cosmos and mooning over Santiago like a lust-struck teenager. His best friend was the biggest flirt when he was wasted, but an even bigger flirt when sober. Percy had confidence Elijah would never possess. If it had been Percy and Matias, they would’ve fucked—

Elijah quickly evicted that thought right out of his mind like it was three months late on rent.

A hard spike of jealousy settled in his chest, making his temper snarl like he was one of the wolves.

It wasn’t like Elijah to become so jealous. No other guy had made him feel like a caged animal ready to rip someone’s head off.

Maybe Elijah needed to knock back a few himself. He caught the sound of music, rock, but at a decent, low level.

But he didn’t hear voices. Just the music. He glanced around the room when he entered. Chairs were pushed away from empty tables, glasses sitting on most of them—some still holding liquor like they were waiting for their owners to retrieve them.

Elijah pulled out his phone as a familiar song played. He couldn’t recall the band but was pretty sure of the song title. “Wrong Side of Heaven.”

After dialing Percy, Elijah pressed his phone to his ear, murmuring the lyrics. The call went straight to voicemail.

“Damn it.” He hung up, jerking slightly when he noticed a good-looking guy behind the counter. Dark hair, slim but powerful build.

The stranger was leaning his arms on the counter, texting on his phone. Elijah started to back away but stilled when those dark eyes raised to stare at him like some horror movie moment.

There was a slight glow to his eyes, almost as if sunlight was reflecting in them. Nope. Not a horror movie in the slightest.

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