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tried to back away. The man holding  Chris’s arms shook him a little, grabbing his attention. “Listen.  You’re not safe here. These men are part of my pack. They’ll help keep you safe until we can figure out what to do about those wolves

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who saw you.”

Chris looked back at the group of men standing before him. He  didn’t feel much too safe in their presence either. Not with the curious  way they were all looking into his eyes.

Chris could still feel that other man on top of him, holding him  down, trying to remove his pants and pull out his erection.

Chris shook his head. “No way.”

“Chris.”

“Forget it. No way. I’m glad you’re okay and everything, but I’ll

be fine on my own.”

“You can  trust these men.”

“I don’t even know who  you are!” Chris shot back, and again he  tried to pull his arm out of the man’s grip, and again he failed.

“My name is Eli Martin,” he said, and Chris became still and  quiet. Not because of the tone Eli had used when introducing himself,  finally, but because of the pleading way in which he was staring at  Chris. “That’s my name. My brother was Eric Martin. He was my  twin and my best friend, and those men that tried to fuck you and kill  me, they killed him already. That one wolf saw your eyes, and he has  your scent. They found us here without any problems at all,” Eli said,  pointing with his hand to the whole group of his friends. “And after  what I just told you about your eyes, you’d better believe they’ll come  looking  for you, too, to get back at us for what I did to them.”

Chris’s heart pounded, and he swallowed hard. He was never the  brave sort of guy. He didn’t even much like survival horror video  games, or roller coasters, but he had seen what he had seen, and he  knew Eli was being perfectly serious.

“Please,” Eli said, his eyes, those dark, kicked-puppy eyes,  pleading with him to not fight him on this. “Come with me.”

Chris couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but he reminded

himself of Dean, and now, knowing that Eli also had a brother  murdered by werewolves, well, maybe it wouldn’t be too difficult to  get him to help Chris find out about his brother, seeing as they shared

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that sort of bond between them.

“All right,” he said.

*  * * *

Eli was glad Chris decided not to fight him on going to Eli’s pack.  Though it had been a bitch to open up about his brother in front of the rest of the alphas like that, they all knew about Eric. Christ, they’d been there when he was murdered, but saying it out loud like that, in front of them, and knowing he had that kind of pain in his voice, wasn’t something he wanted to dwell on.

He’d been happy, however, when Chris made sure to walk especially close to Eli during the walk back to pack land. He wondered if Chris had been aware  he was doing it, that he was looking to Eli for protection. Well, he had been doing it, and whether  Chris knew it or not, they were mated.

All Eli had to do was tell him.

That was going to have to wait. The second they got back to pack land, which after carefully watching every step they all took just in case they were about to run into an ambush or something, took way more time than it needed to, Eli ran to his cabin to be alone. He

barked orders at Adam to find Chris a decent cottage and a decent

room to  stay in as he ran.

Adam flipped Eli the middle finger as he ran away, and Eli  couldn’t be bothered with turning around and beating the living shit  out of the man for the offense.

Nope. Before that could happen, hell, before his little meeting with James could happen, there was something that he needed to take care of first, and it had been killing him all day.

Eli’s cabin was one of the newer ones that Isaac was being commissioned to build, and despite the fact that it had three bedrooms that were more than big enough to be shared with other members of the pack, he lived here by himself.

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No one wanted to hang out with a depressed drunk all the time, and that suited Eli just fine. It meant he didn’t have to hide his booze very well from prying eyes, and he could keep the place in whatever condition he wanted.

At the moment, it looked like shit. He could never bring Chris in here until he got this place cleaned up.

One step at a time, however.

Eli ran into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind him.

Thank God Andrew had shifted so that Eli could have something to wear. It was one thing to be walking around with Chris standing so close to him, but it was entirely another to be naked and Chris walking so close to him. With his scent right under Eli’s nose that whole time, Eli’s dick swelled painfully more and more.

Had it not been for the jeans, he was sure Chris would have looked down and noticed at some point.

He hadn’t, and now Eli had to take care of this or else he wasn’t

going to be of any use to anyone.

He pulled down the jeans, and they were like a second frickin’

skin. The hot weather, combined with his sweat, and the fact that

Andrew had a boney ass, meant he had to peel the cotton off his legs.

He got them down as far as he needed, and he wrapped his fist around his cock, his eyes sliding shut at the immediate jolt of pleasure as he stroked himself.

Fuck, that was good.

Eli rested his hand against the wall, leaned down, and pumped himself, his breathing hitching with every stroke.

It was good, but not quite what he wanted.

He reached under the tiny sink and pulled open the little