The Pack's Hybrids
The less that Heath knew, the less his mate would be burdened by his confliction.
He crossed the room as Cameron packed away the cards, slipping them into the drawer next to the bed. His red haired mate looked up at him, his pupils dilating, reminding Talen of the sex-scented bedding in the Ute so that Talen chuckled under his breath. Soon, red one, he promised as he smiled down the at the other man, stroking his hand over the back of Cameron’s skull in a quick caress. “Sleep,” he told him.
“Eat,” Cameron corrected with a grin. “I’m starving.”
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