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“Where?” he says.

“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “Yes or no?”

“What if I say no?” he says, and he’s fucking flirting with me.

I close the distance between us, seizing him by the back of the neck. I kiss him. He tastes like home and pack and sex and everything good in the world. “You want to find out?”

Calix’s scent is going haywire. He grins at me, his eyes half-lidded. “You’re… you scared my sister, you know that?”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

He laughs. “No, no, you never do.” He reaches up to rest his hand on my arm, which I’m still using to grip the back of his neck. He looks into my eyes. “Hey, I cannot come with you right now, but if you really want to talk—”

“That’s the wrong answer,” I say. And then I pull him up against me and we fight for just a few minutes. It’s not much of a contest, because Calix is not trained like me. He might be as big as I am—alpha genes or whatever—but he’s weak and he’s no match for me. So, it takes me all of thirty seconds to subdue him and handcuff his hands behind his back.

He grunts, cheek against the ground as I have him pinned. “What the fuck, Knight?”

“You’re mine,” I tell him, hauling him up. I grope his crotch. He’s hard. He has a knot. I kiss him again.

He sags into me. “Are you kidnapping me, then, Knight?” He’s still flirting with me.

“Fuck yes, I am,” I say. “For your own damned good.”

He laughs into my chest, pressing his erection into my leg. He smells amazing.

His sister comes back to the door, and she’s screeching a lot of questions at me, saying that I can’t do whatever it is I’m doing, and that I need to let her brother go and I just ignore her. I push Calix away from the door toward the car I brought.

“It’s fine, Maggie,” Calix calls over his shoulder. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, what?” she says. “This some kinky game?”

“Something like that,” says Calix.

“Fine, so say your safe word,” she says.

Calix laughs helplessly.

“You have a safe word, right?” she shrieks.

“I won’t hurt him,” I tell her. “I’m in love with your brother. He’s my life mate.”

“I trust him, Maggie,” said Calix, and he grins up at me.

Trust.

Shit, I hadn’t known how much I wanted to hear that from someone.

I kiss him again, a desperate kiss. “I’m not losing you,” I tell him.

“You’re such a caveman,” he says to me, but it’s affectionate.

I shove him forward, getting out the keys to open the trunk of the car.

“Wait,” he says, looking up at me. “Let me ride in the back seat. Do not put me in the trunk.”

I put him in the trunk. He may be sexy as all fuck, and I may be in love with him, but he still has to learn a lesson.

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