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Opening his eyes, Todd recognized the
chipped powder-blue ceiling of his bedroom. Under his back he felt the soft,
cool, Egyptian cotton sheet he had put on the bed yesterday. Beneath his head
wasn’t the firm pillow he preferred, but a hard shoulder and arm, which
extended around his own shoulders. A large hand was cupping his upper arm,
rubbing it soothingly. Yep, that was working—not.
Todd could see his captor’s heavily
muscled arm, with a black metal bracelet encircling its wrist, lying across his
waist. A thick leg, lightly covered with a dusting of brown hairs, was bent at
the knee, pinning both of Todd’s much smaller legs to the mattress. If
preventing Todd from moving was the objective of whoever had him pinned down, the
guy was totally successful.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Todd
knew at this point he couldn’t get away. Trying to fight would only get him
hurt and wear him out. Was he going to make a break for it when the opportunity
presented itself? Of course he was. But for now he had to play it smart.
The man snorted. “You know damn well. I’m
holding you.”
“Why?”
“Because if I didn’t, you might try to
punch or kick me,” the gorgeous man explained. “Maybe even attempt some of
those Middle Eastern moves that have become so popular. But I’m thinking a
smart man like you would try something dirty, like poking my eyes out or some
other kind of nonsense.”
Crap, he hadn’t thought of that. Angling
his head he looked up, right into light brown eyes that had a gold hue all
around the outside. They were unusual and beautiful, and they seemed to
penetrate Todd’s soul. All thoughts of trying to hurt the man left his brain.
Now his body was reacting to something that had his cock filling and his skin
aching to be touched, stroked, and immersed in the other man’s essence.
“What the hell is that?” Todd asked.
“The mating bond,” the man answered.
“What the hell is that?” Todd was
getting frustrated by the man’s answers, and his own body’s reactions were
starting to scare him. It was all he could do not to start running his hands
over the man’s body and explore all the secrets of those muscles covered with
golden skin. Even more he felt like he was compelled to rub his naked body all
over the man, enveloping himself in the stranger’s delicious smell.
“When a paranormal meets his or her
mate, it’s the ties that will bind them together for eternity. It’s different
for everybody. Shifters can tell a mate by their smell. Fairies have to touch
skin to skin. I’m not sure about vampires. They’re a secretive bunch and not
very friendly. I think witches just have to say some kind of incantation and
their mate appears.”
Todd couldn’t believe how the man just
described beings from fantasies like he was talking about the weather.
“You do realize that if I hadn’t just
had a cougar lying half on top of me turn into a man I’d think you were
delusional,” Todd continued. “Now that I think about it, this could all be a
weird psychotic dream and I’m really lying on my front yard, unconscious from
dehydration, or maybe I got hit on the head or something.”
Todd would have desperately felt around
the top of his head for any sign of a bump, if his hands weren’t trapped under
the gorgeous man’s arm and shoulder. “I know what it is,” he said. “I’ll bet an
aneurism just blew up in my brain.”
The big man above him smiled, causing
Todd’s heart to stutter. Maybe being brain dead wouldn’t be all that bad if it
included the hot, muscled stud that was currently shifting around so he was now
totally blanketing Todd’s body. As heavy as the guy was, Todd still enjoyed the
feel of the substantial weight covering him.
“You’re not injured or delusional. You
said so yourself. For some reason you were drawn back to this neighborhood.
That was the bond between us, demanding that you come back here to me.”
“What do you mean I’ve come back to you?
Have I met you before? How would I know you were here?” Todd asked. He was sure
he would have remembered someone this hot if he had met him before.
“When you lived here as a child, I was
your next-door neighbor,” the man answered.
“No way,” Todd exclaimed. “Old Lady
Mildred lived on one side and the Crabby Bastard lived on the other,” Todd
continued. “I would’ve remembered.”
“My name is Stephan Analdo,” Stephan
stated.
Todd stared at Stephan Analdo. Mr.
Analdo, aka the Crabby Bastard. But the Mr. Analdo he remembered wore baggy
clothes and had a long gray beard. He also had always worn a tan floppy hat and
carried a dark wooden cane. The man currently making his heart race for many
different reasons was in his midthirties, had thick, beautiful, shiny brown
hair, and was so muscled that he looked like he could lift a truck with one
hand.
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