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“Tony, don’t.”

Ugh, Tatum had to turn away. He should’ve known better than to  bring these two in, but how could he have known they were like that  when he brought them onto his team? Storm sometimes looked like he  could barely tolerate Anthony at all.

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And what kind of stupid-ass name was Storm for a man anyway?

Fucking hippies.

“Chance! Wake your ass up! Right now! We’re heading out!”

Tatum ran to the shrubs where he’d hidden their Ski-Doos, and he

breathed a deep sigh when he found them still intact. Not a scratch on  them. He turned one of them on and listened to the sputter and vroom  of the engine as it came to life.

They weren’t exactly brand new, but they were fast and did the  job during the winter hunts.

Chance came out of the tent he’d been sharing with Tatum,  rubbing his eyes and holding onto his sleeping bag like it was a baby  blanket or something. “What’s going on?”

“There are tracks. We’re going to follow them,” Anthony  answered for him.

Chance’s eyes widened. “Tracks? Here?”

“Yes, here,” Tatum snapped, sending one last hateful look toward the two love birds. “Pack your shit up. We’re following them and seeing where they lead us.”

“The sun is barely up!” Chance whined.

Tatum pulled the Glock he carried in his holster and pointed it at the kid’s head, which was harder to do than it sounded just because of all the layers he was wearing.

Chance put his hands up and backed up a step. “Right now then.  Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Tatum put the gun away and started packing up their

tents.

* * * *

Tony glared at Storm when Tatum was out of ear shot. He’d told that man that he hated being called Anthony, but their leader seemed to insist on it, especially now that he was under the impression that  Tony had failed in some way.

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“You were supposed to be keeping your nose up in case you  smelled anything coming,” he seethed.

Storm wouldn’t look at him. He just continued stuffing the tent  into the holder with the rest of the poles and ropes. “A little hard for  me to scent anything with your dick in my mouth.”

Tony wanted to punch him. He also wanted to throw the man  down and fuck him right there where Tatum and Chance could see. It  might even be good for Chance to see since Tony was almost a  hundred percent certain that the kid swung that way.

And was a virgin. Watching how it was done might finally get  him to man up a little.

“Watch your mouth,” Tony sneered, though even after last night,  he was still watching Storm’s mouth with particular interest. “I could  let it slip any time I want about what you are.”

“I know,” Storm answered, as though the threat hardly bothered  him at all.

Again, Tony felt the urge to throw him down and plunder him. He wanted to take his mouth, his ass, his everything.

Maybe he was only so sexually attracted to Storm because of what the other man was. The whole forbidden fruit thing. Tony had hunted  Storm’s species all his life, and now that he had one, one that was alive instead of just a skin on his wall, that was, he felt like he owned the world.

To have a werecat for a companion, whether the were in question liked it or not, was just too good for him to throw away by just killing the man outright, especially when Storm gave such good head.

He liked it. Storm didn’t want to admit it, but he liked it. Maybe that was another reason why Tony kept him alive.

He grabbed Storm by that perfectly straight and tight ponytail of his and yanked his face closer until they were kissing. Storm wasn’t worried that Tony would have him killed because he knew that Tony was whipped. Tony would never kill this man. Storm belonged to him, and he would make sure that they remained together.

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They both stood when they finished packing their things some five minutes later, though Tatum was yelling at them to get a move

on.

A hunter had to be able to move quickly or they would never catch their prey.

“Hurry up! We’re losing time here!”

The sun wasn’t exactly close to appearing yet, not with the way winter time worked, but the stars were fading, and they were falling behind.

Tatum and Chance took the one Ski-Doo while Tony and Storm rode on the other. Because weres were shit at riding things like this,  Tony made sure that he was in the driver’s seat while Storm held onto him from behind.

He couldn’t wait to find whatever it was that had come into their

camp. If it was nothing, good, they could come back here and  regroup, and maybe Tony would be able to take Storm again. If it  really was a werewolf wandering around in that kind of weather, then  he would skin the stupid bastard, and then take Storm because a  victory fuck was always the best.

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Chapter Ten

Even with the sky clear, the wind still, and no snow to hinder them, it was a complete pain in the ass traveling like this. The snow went up to Morgan’s chest, and he was pretty big for a wolf. He considered himself to be, at any rate. Still, he had to make the odd jump here and there from where the snow hindered him or was too hard for him to press through.

It would have been so much easier if it had been a dry snow, but no, it was sticky, which meant that every five steps he managed to take, the snow stuck together so much and so hard that he couldn’t take another step, and he would have to jump over.

Every once in a while he let out a yip. Nick and Terry dutifully yipped behind him, no sounds of tired whines in their replies. They were still there, and