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Nat’s expression grew a little odd at that for some reason, but he just nodded back and continued watching the fight. Brian and the other werewolf were writhing together on the mat now, snarling ferociously, limbs grappling, wolf tails whipping sharply back and forth.

“Okay, I kinda get it,” Nat relented.

The other werewolf did give him a decent run for his money, but Brian still won. His chest was heaving from the exertion as the ref lifted his arm into the air and the crowd roared. Once the ref had moved away, Brian held out a hand to help the other werewolf up. The guy looked wary at first and on the verge of refusing with a sneer, but after a few seconds he reluctantly took Brian’s clawed hand and stood on unsteady legs.

I beamed with pride. That was my beautiful werewolf. Always such a gentleman after beating the shit out of someone.

“Guess you don’t need my help getting backstage this time, huh?” Rocky nudged me as Clark appeared on his other side. The pretty fae tucked himself under Rocky’s arm, wrapping his arms around the gargoyle’s middle. He rested his temple on Rocky’s chest and smiled at me.

Ugh, they were so cute together. It was kind of like I’d been Cupid for them or something. Maybe I should’ve considered going into matchmaking as a career.

“Your man did really well, hon,” Clark said.

I beamed. “He did, didn’t he?”

Rocky grinned wickedly and held up his betting slip. “Thanks to him, I’m about to take Clark for a late-night steak dinner. Tell Fenrir I owe him one.”

I laughed and darted in to give them a quick group hug. “Enjoy. Make sure he gets you dessert too, Clark.”

“I’m getting a baked Alaska,” Clark called over his shoulder as they turned to leave. “Even if it’s not on the menu.”

Once they were gone, I gave Nat a quick kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. There was another fight on shortly—Corey’s brother and someone else—so the two of them were going to stay here to watch it.

I sure as shit wasn’t. I was going backstage immediately to find Brian.

After politely saying goodbye to Corey too—okay, it was more shy than polite, because he was ridiculously intimidating—I shuffled out of the bleachers and skirted around the edge of the room to head for the door to backstage.

Brian had told me he’d let the lizard shifters who ran this place—definitely mobsters—know who I was, so when I reached the door, I smiled at the hulking guy standing outside it and said, “Hi! I’m Klaus. Brian’s boyfriend.”

It was the same mobster as last time, I realised. He was chewing gum again, slowly and open-mouthed, as if watching supernatural creatures mauling each other was one giant bore to him. His yellow eyes bored into mine for a second before he shrugged and opened the door, stepping aside for me.

“Locker room or showers,” he grunted, just like last time, closing the door behind me.

I didn’t hesitate, beelining straight for that dingy little locker room just up ahead. My belly was already tightening from the memory of what had happened last time I was here. Seeing Brian—Fenrir or B. Were to me then—all sweaty and bloody and weary from his fight. Feeling his hands and tongue on me. Then his dick sliding inside me, hard and hot and throbbing. The frantic fuck that had followed, when he bent me over the bench and hunched over me, rubbing his muzzle against my neck.

My balls tightened at the memory, tail starting to lift as my pheromones seeped from my pores thicker and faster. I peeked around the corner into the tiny locker room, and my pulse leaped with pleasure when I saw Brian, now in his human form, rummaging through his bag, still in his grey sweats.

Oh Lucifer, yes, he was still in the grey sweats.

Before I’d moved an inch or made a sound, he looked over his shoulder directly at me and grinned. I grinned back and slipped into the room, popping up on my toes and throwing my arms around his neck the moment I reached him.

“I haven’t showered yet,” he warned, as if he thought I’d care about that.

As if he thought I’d hate it.

His stomach and chest were slick with sweat, pressed against me. His wide, muscled shoulders gleamed, and his nipples were stiff from the chilly air in here. His dark hair was damp and pushed back off his face, but a few strands had fallen forward to hang over his eyes.

My belly clenched. He looked so devastatingly sexy right now that I wanted to worship him.

I wasn’t sure who kissed who, but our lips were suddenly crushed together and our tongues were surging, licking hungrily into each other’s mouths. Brian’s big hands landed on my waist, then slid down to slip under my shirt and roam over my bare skin.

When I sucked on his tongue, he groaned and shuddered, fingers tightening on my back and sinking into my flesh.

“Wanna fuck?” I murmured against his mouth, my voice muffled and my lips tilting into a little smile. The same thing he’d said to me the first time we were in here together.

He groaned again in answer, hungrier this time, bending his knees to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me effortlessly into his arms. I moaned in encouragement, clasping his face between my hands and wrapping my legs around his waist. In the next instant, he was spinning us to press my back against the lockers.

Somehow, he managed to get my pants undone and yanked down enough with my underwear to leave them hanging from one leg—all without breaking the kiss. My werewolf was a very determined man.