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that in a minute. He clicked on a lamp and was uplifted when it actually turned on. Maybe there was some hot water to be had here as well.

He passed by a bedroom, overhearing a few words of Nick’s

conversation with Adam on the phone as he did.

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“Fine…here until the storm passes…”

He didn’t catch anymore because he was moving like a man on a

mission to the door at the end of the hall.

Ninety percent of the time, a man could count on the door at the end of the hall being the bathroom.

It was, but there was only a toilet and a sink inside. No tub.

There was a second bathroom in here, and likely it was up the stairs.

Quickly as he could without jarring his cargo too much, Morgan backtracked to the front of the cabin. There was a small staircase

leading up just behind the TV. Even a cottage away from all the  hustle and bustle of life had to have a flat screen TV available, it

seemed.

The staircase was so small that Morgan could barely fit up them without adjusting the man in his arms, but he made it without scraping anything, and after passing by another two bedrooms, he finally found the bathroom.

It was spacious, at least four times the size of that small piece of

shit downstairs, and had a claw-footed soaker tub.

He reserved judgement until he got down on his knees, turned the metal dial with the red ring on it, stuck his hand under the water and…

Steam rose up, and he smiled before dropping the plug into the tub to clog the hole. Next he kicked shut the door.

As the steam filled the air, the kid in Morgan’s arms began to shiver again, only to a more violent extent. Maybe now that some hot air was in the room, his body was starting to react to it? Was this part of him thawing out?

Either way, Morgan quickly adjusted the water so that it wouldn’t be scalding, and then set his mate down inside the water. It took several minutes before he stopped shivering and before the water reached his neck. The whole time, Morgan kept his hands on the other man’s shoulders, keeping him from sinking under.

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When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t slip beneath the water and drown, Morgan got up and started rummaging through the medicine cabinet, and those drawers and cupboards under the sink, pulling out towels and creams, anything he could find, really. There wasn’t even any shampoo in this bathroom, though there was a boxed bar of Irish

soap.

Guess these people didn’t leave a while lot of supplies lying

around.

That likely meant there wouldn’t be any food in this place either.

Morgan thought about that and then about the flat screen downstairs, and he shook his head. Fucking people and their priorities.

He cleaned off his mate as best he could, soaping down his chest and arms, and blushing when he made it to his legs.

When his hand ghosted over the other man’s dick by mistake, causing it to twitch and harden, and in return causing Morgan’s cock to stand up and throb, well, he yanked his hand out of the water.

Jesus fucking…what the hell was the matter with him? He was mated to this guy, yes, but they hadn’t even officially met yet. He didn’t even know the boy’s name.

Morgan looked down at him, and then felt sick to his stomach. He also didn’t know if this young man was of age.

Please God, let him be over twenty. Please, please, God.

Morgan shook himself and then got back to work, ignoring his body and doing his best to ignore the body he was tending to. Kind of difficult when he was soaping the other man up, but it also allowed  Morgan to really examine him. When his hands traveled across that chest, those arms and legs, he was able to really tell that the guy wasn’t just small, he was gaunt. This guy had been going hungry. For a while.

Unless there was some non-perishable stuff downstairs, he might have to wait a little longer. There was no way Morgan could catch anything for them to eat out in this. What kind of stupid creatures

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would even be roaming around in a storm like…?

Morgan stopped before he could finish that thought.

Oh. Right.

He focused instead of cleaning off his mate. He rinsed out the  shoulder-length hair with a cup he’d found beside the sink until most  of the mud and dirt came loose. He rinsed the hair a few more times

until satisfied, and then gently scrubbed the dirt off that beautiful face.

Morgan wasn’t exactly old by the standard of how werewolves  aged, but he was a little beyond his quarter life span. He’d never taken  a mate before, and after a while, he suspected that he never would.

He wasn’t much interested in females, but he wasn’t exactly  attracted to males either. At least, any males other than the sleeping  handsome in the tub right now. It was just something that had never  appealed to him, and the only times when he ever bothered with sex  was to relieve a building tension or stress.

Even James, who was older than Morgan was and had only found  his mate the previous spring, had still taken his fair share of lovers  before that event had occurred.

To suddenly, and completely out of the blue, find his mate, in the condition he’d found him in, was baffling.

Morgan figured he’d better empty the tub, and then maybe fill it up one more time just to rinse away all the filth and grime that had come off the young man and was now floating around in the water.

He did just that, pulling the plug and listening to the gurgle of the water as it drained. The sound wasn’t exactly pleasant, but while  Morgan had only his thoughts, and the sight of his beautiful mate in front of him for company, it was strangely soothing.

The water was almost