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No need for me to get maudlin. Quincy was a sweetheart, and he’d be unhappy if I were to start bawling. Are you two leaving?”

Isaiah looked at him and there was no way Bae could miss the hope in those pretty eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry, but we need to discuss this—” he swirled his fingers between them,

“thing, you know. And besides”—Bae winked at her—“it’ll give all the volunteers something to gossip about.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned, tipping her head back. “Not to mention, it’ll break a few hearts. I know Roger and Gill had been eyeballing you both.”

Bae shuddered. “Roger’s, what? Seventy? And Gill has a boyfriend.”

“They have an open relationship,” Sandy explained. “Haven’t you heard him babble about it?”

“Does he babble about it in front of his boyfriend, I wonder?” Isaiah asked.

Bae looked at Sandy, who shrugged and answered. “Now that you mention it, I’ve never heard him say anything in front of Boz. Who knows.” She patted their joined hands.

“You two be careful, and go have your…conversation, if that’s what you want to call it. I’ll see you on your volunteer days.”

Bae waited until she was gone before huffing and running a hand through his short black hair. “Well, that was a mood killer.”

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“Not entirely.” Isaiah turned and pressed their hands to his erection. “I haven’t softened up a bit. You ready to leave? And,” he cupped Bae’s chin with the same hand he’d been touching his cock with, and Bae could smell it, the scent of pre-cum and desire, man and musk. “We are gonna talk, Bae. You’re gonna tell me why you tried to run away from me. You’re not gonna do that again, are you?”

Bae gulped as he stared into those pretty eyes. He didn’t think he had a chance in hell of escaping Isaiah, and he didn’t want to. “No, no I won’t.”

Isaiah grunted then his mouth was on Bae’s, his lips and tongue pressed against and into Bae’s mouth, claiming him, licking and sucking and Bae’s balls drew up tight, his ass hole clenched as he had a flash-image of Isaiah fucking him, sinking his cock in to the hilt—

and Bae, thirty-two years old and nowhere near being a virgin, creamed his jeans like a kid who’d never had a climax before.

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From almost the moment Bae had walked into the restaurant, Isaiah had felt his presence. At first he thought it was just arousal at seeing a sexy man. Bae wasn’t very tall at five six or so. He had a nicely muscled build, not lithe exactly, carrying a little more bulk than that. His honey brown skin glowed with health and vitality, and his short dark hair was thick and glossy. The slight up-tilt to his chocolate brown eyes gave him an exotic look that had been like a punch of need to Isaiah’s very core, as were the chiselled blade-sharp cheekbones and the small yet full mouth. Bae was one hot package, and Isaiah had wanted him immediately.

Isaiah hadn’t been able to look away until Cliff elbowed him and Mariah had literally turned his head and told him to quit drooling before someone slipped in the puddle and sued Ziti’s. But Isaiah couldn’t stop looking, or drooling, and he knew he was making a fool of himself, but so be it, because it had felt like a huge moment in his life. Possibly the biggest ever.

There was an almost physical pull from his gut, and his cock had been erect from the moment he’d spotted the sexy man.

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“That,” Cliff had said with enough melodrama the one word was a statement in itself,

“is Dr Bae Allen Warren, the veterinarian whose card I accidentally gave you. He’s a very attractive man, intelligent, nice, and he has a really cute derrière.”

Isaiah had snorted his mouthful of soda right out his nose at that. “Derrière?” he rasped out.

Cliff had laughed and waved a hand at him. “Oh, look at you, so flustered and love-struck, just like I was when I first saw Quincy.” The smugness in Cliff’s expression hadn’t bothered Isaiah, instead it had kicked to life a realisation he’d not yet had. It had niggled in Isaiah’s brain somewhere, or maybe in his leopard, because that cat had been prowling and having a hissy fit. It had wanted—and the idea had shook Isaiah, rocked his world and infused him with hope—his leopard had wanted its mate.

Bae was his mate, Isaiah had been almost positive. Then Bae, not looking particularly happy about it, had turned and hauled ass out of the restaurant with Sandy hollering his name.

“I gotta go,” Isaiah had muttered. Cliff had slapped his back and told him to go get his man. And it had been Cliff who’d kept Sandy from running after Bae with a sharp order for her to wait.

When Isaiah had seen the SUV almost hit Bae, the mirror so close Bae must have felt the rush of air from it, Isaiah had damn near died right then, fear striking him so intensely he couldn’t even breathe.

But Bae was okay, and the idiot who’d been driving like a dumb fool was gone. Isaiah had seen more bad drivers in Denver than he could count. Sure, there were crappy drivers everywhere, but he lived here and so of course he noticed it more.

And now, he was standing, staring down at his exquisite mate, who was staring back at him, flushed from an orgasm, his lips parted and swollen from Isaiah’s kiss, pupils dilated until hardly no brown at all showed, breath leaving his lungs in uneven pants.

There was only one thing he could do. Isaiah kissed those full lips again then whispered over them, delighting in Bae’s shiver. “Take me home.”

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It hit him while he was driving, and Bae nearly had a wreck on the damned highway.

Isaiah was his mate. His mate! While some of Bae’s family wouldn’t be too thrilled about that—they were fine with the gay part, but they were still holding out hope he’d reproduce with one of the female shifters regardless. Okay, so maybe they weren’t fine with it, exactly.

There were going to be some problems, which was why Bae had kind of freaked out and ran like a dumbass. His family could be difficult.

They desperately wanted him to father some cubs, and unfortunately, the only way the Amur shifters could do so was through actual intercourse. Bae had no desire to stick his penis in a vaj. It just wasn’t going to happen. He loved women, and had wonderful female friends, but no way could he get an erection and sustain it long enough to fuck a woman, much less shoot off a load in her. The very idea made Bae queasy.

Bae glanced in the rearview. Damn, Isaiah was something on the bike. He exuded a relaxed confidence that was hotter than hell. Bae might have to get over being afraid of motorcycles and—would he feel vibrations on his balls and cock? He would, wouldn’t he, and he’d be pressed against Isaiah.

Oh fuck.
Bae whimpered as he turned into his driveway. Isaiah was right behind him but Bae gestured for him to pull up as he pressed the button to raise the garage door. When Isaiah passed him, Bae would swear he felt the vibrations from the bike’s engine even through his car door.
Oh fuck fuck fuck, I gotta feel that between my legs. Could we have sex on the
motorcycle?

Isaiah parked beside the vet van, and Bae decided he didn’t care where they had sex, just as long as they had it soon. Very soon. Bae got out of his car, locking it more from habit than thought, his gaze tangling with Isaiah’s as Isaiah set the helmet on the bike seat.

“I want to fuck you,” Isaiah said without preamble. “Nothing between us, just you and me.” He growled then and pressed his hand against his groin. “Fuck, Bae. I’ve never done that with anyone else. Didn’t know we could until my grandma told me.”

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Bae knew he made a face at that. Isaiah laughed but Bae could hear the strain in it.

“Seriously, is your grandma the leader of your lepe?”

Isaiah cocked his head to the side and looked utterly confused and adorable and still so sexy that Bae ached for him. “What’s a lepe?”

“Your…pack, family, clan, group. What kind of shifter are you?” He hadn’t thought to ask sooner. He was lucky he was able to think at all, as horny as he was.

“Oh, snow leopard. You?” Isaiah inhaled, his nostrils flaring and that was a damned weird thing to get turned on by but there you had it, it made Bae even hornier.

“Amur leopard, South Korean. We’re extinct there now,” he added sadly, and he didn’t know why he mentioned it. They, the Amurs, weren’t extinct after all—but they weren’t far from it.

“That’s—” Isaiah had paled and he was shaking his head. “Honey, I can’t imagine.

We’re endangered, snow leopards are, and I don’t think there’s any more here in the US than me and my family. But just hearing that word, extinct, it makes it hard to have any faith in humanity.”

“A feeling I understand.” Bae finally thought to close the garage door. “I don’t want to talk about it, not right now. I want…” He swallowed, unnerved by the size and strength of the want clawing at him. “I need—you.”

“Inside,” Isaiah said, coming around his motorcycle. He had Bae’s arm and was leading them to the garage door that opened into the kitchen.

Bae still had his keys out but he dropped them. “Damn it!”

“Let me,” Isaiah murmured, his lips brushing over Bae’s nape. “I can smell you, your cum. You look so beautiful when you let go, Bae.”

“Oh, God,” Bae whispered, thinking he should have been embarrassed about coming in his jeans but Isaiah was so fucking hot it was almost unreal. And it wasn’t that Isaiah was classically handsome or anything like that. He was good looking, no doubt, with a broad jaw and a slight cleft to his square chin. But he had a ruggedness to him, a strength that Bae knew he could lean on, depend on. It made Isaiah more attractive than anyone else could have been.

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“Got it.” Isaiah opened the door. He waited for Bae to enter then followed. Bae flipped on the light in the kitchen and yelped when Isaiah grabbed him, his big hands feeling like heaven to Bae. “Bae.
Bae.
I love saying your name. Sounds perfect on my tongue.”

What could he say to that? Bae shivered because Isaiah licked him from shoulder to jaw. Bae moaned softly and tipped his head, giving Isaiah more room. “Please, Isaiah.” He wasn’t sure what he wanted, just that he did in fact want badly.

“I have you.” Isaiah licked him again, or maybe he sipped from Bae’s skin. It sounded like it, felt like it too. Then Isaiah smoothed one hand under his shirt to pluck at Bae’s nipple, and the other down to cup his balls, and Bae’s mind kind of shorted out in a streak of white-hot lust. “I have you,” Isaiah said again, and punctuated it with a bite of his neck, a twist of his nipple, and a push against his balls.

Bae gasped and arched, thrusting his chest into the pain blossoming there as Isaiah pinched his nipple harder. Isaiah growled and bit his neck from shoulder to ear, small stinging bites that made Bae’s skin tingle.

“Bae,” Isaiah rumbled. He didn’t say anything else, so Bae thought it was just as Isaiah said, Bae’s name felt good on his tongue.

Isaiah’s tongue for damn sure felt good on Bae’s skin. Bae closed his eyes as Isaiah sucked—not quite gently—at the join of shoulder and neck. “Here,” he heard Isaiah mutter,

“this is where I want to mark you.”

“Fu-uck,” Bae stuttered. He’d seen mating marks before. Vicious bites, that’s what they were. Deep wounds left by leopard teeth. And every one he knew who was mated loved those marks, craved them, even. Bae always thought they looked incredibly painful, but his cat was on the verge of roaring, its need to claim and be claimed so great it was almost unfathomable.

Isaiah spun him around and slashed his mouth over Bae’s. He pulled Bae close and cupped his ass. At the first squeeze to his butt Bae groaned into the kiss and rose up onto his toes. He clenched his ass, making Isaiah work to touch his rear. Isaiah retaliated with a grip that would leave marks. Bae found the very idea delicious and he purred as Isaiah plundered his mouth.

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passive when it came to sex. But Isaiah was so…so powerful, so commanding. Bae wondered if he’d ever get to fuck Isaiah. He wasn’t a total bottom, he didn’t think. Hard to say for sure though, since he’d never topped.

“You can fuck me any time,” Isaiah told him. “I think I’m gonna like this mind-link thing mates share.” Isaiah lifted his head and stared down at Bae. “So you’ve never fucked a man?”

“Or woman,” Bae croaked out then he cleared his throat. “I just—look at me, Isaiah. I’m little, you know, and I’m not the most assertive guy. Add to it that people all believe that shit about Asian’s having small dicks—”

“Which is a lie, all you had to do to counter was pull this baby out,” Isaiah rubbed his big palm over Bae’s cock. “Jesus, honey, how big are you?”

“Big enough,” Bae said proudly. “I’ve never measured.” One of his ex’s had, though.

“Mmmmhmm, I bet someone did. Doesn’t matter, I’ll find out soon enough.” And just like that, Isaiah dropped to his knees, biting his way down in rapid nips that pushed squeaks of surprise out of Bae. “Oh yeah, honey, let me hear you,” Isaiah crooned as he unfastened Bae’s pants. “Yes, God look at this.”

Bae was half-blind with pleasure as Isaiah took out his dick. He looked down just as Isaiah looked up at him and engulfed the head of his cock. “Fuck!” Bae’s eyes crossed as wet heat surrounded his tip. Isaiah prodded his slit with his tongue and Bae yelped as he grabbed handfuls of Isaiah’s hair.

He could feel Isaiah’s amusement, his arousal and need as Isaiah slowly sucked his cock. Isaiah kept a hand fisted at the base and worked his way down, suction tight, tongue swirling, until his lips met his fist and Bae’s cockhead touched his throat.

Bae heaved and gasped for air. No one had ever managed to take him even that deep.