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Delicious.
    Ryan nodded. “Any born wolf is raised in the lifestyle. Dominants take care of the submissives, and submissives nurture the pack. It’s just the way things are done. That’s why I said to relax in here. Everyone who works for Mac is pack, and the few humans that come in here are mostly availables anyway.” He took a swig of water before he continued. “I’m not an easy Dom. I’m rough and have a short temper. I wouldn’t have chosen me for your first Dominant.”
    “So why did you?” Bradley asked, already knowing the answer. The more he knew about werewolves, shifters, whatever, the more he realized he’d been right. Ryan was his mate and was just being overly stubborn about it.
    Instead of the denial he’d been expecting, the wolf just winked. “Like you said, smartass, you’re irresistible.” Bradley laughed. “So tell me about this infamous book of yours. Was it S&M 101 ?”
    “No. It was called Under a Blood Red Moon by Emily McShayne,” Bradley said, grinning at Ryan’s instantly confused expression.
    “What the hell is that?”
    “It’s a BDSM romance novel featuring a vampire Dom, Chris, and his pet werewolf, Shane.” Bradley pretended to swoon. “It was…awesome.”
    “ Pet werewolf?” Ryan asked, wrinkling his nose. “That sounds god awful.”
    “No way!” Bradley said, feigning outrage. “It was fucking hot. Especially when Shane was naughty and Chris spanked him and called him a bad dog.”
    Ryan sputtered. “What the hell kind of trash do they produce nowadays? Jeez. No wonder you know next to nothing.” He harrumphed and took a drink of his water. “Now if I wrote a novel on the lifestyle and werewolves, it sure as hell wouldn’t be some cheesy rendition. ‘Bad dog’ my ass.”
    Bradley giggled. “Oh come on! You haven’t even read it. Are you saying that if you turned me into a werewolf you wouldn’t spank me and call me a bad dog?”
    “Hell no,” Ryan rumbled, his eyes sparkling with a heady mixture of amusement and seriousness. “I’d call you my bad pup.”
    Bradley couldn’t help but shudder at the tone in Ryan’s voice. The tone of the conversation shifted, and the lighthearted joviality of the moment was lost to heavier things. He shifted, uncertain of what he was supposed to do as the tension rose. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to slip into Ryan’s side of the booth and climb into the other man’s lap. It was so easy between them. What complicated matters was Ryan’s denial of their connection.
    “I’m supposed to be honest, right?” Bradley asked, his hands playing nervously with the edge of his napkin.
    “Yes,” Ryan said, his eyes thoughtful.
    Bradley breathed. “Then I can honestly say that I want to be close to you in a very naked way right now.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yes.”
    “We were going to wait.”
    “ You were going to wait. I was going to masturbate a lot.”
    Ryan’s booming laugh startled him. “You are trouble. What if I forbade you from jerking off until I got you off?”
    Bradley grinned. “Then I’d have some pretty blue balls by tomorrow night.”
    “Tomorrow night?” Ryan sputtered. He dug in his pocket and got out a couple of bills to pay for their food. “We’ll pay for the Howlers’ orders at the register. You think I’m easy, huh?”
    “I do not think you’re easy,” Bradley murmured. “You are many things, Ryan, but easy isn’t one of them.” But he liked it that way. He liked that his soon-to-be mate wasn’t just some sweet paper-pusher. Ryan was a good man, but he was also an edgy, tattooed Dom. As an artist, Bradley tended to be a difficult person to live with which was why he lived alone now. His tiny studio apartment was over a hardware store within walking distance of his job and the college. So he didn’t have to bring his bike with him everywhere if he didn’t want to. He loved the accessibility of the place.
    Ryan slid out of the booth and waited for Bradley to do the same.