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navy blue eyeliner, the sheer, light blue, sleeveless shirt, and the sexy
pout of his lips, he looked lethal.
Logan s eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched as some muscle-
bound asshole in leather pants walked up behind his mate and
wrapped his gorilla arms around Keeton s waist.
Keeton quickly danced out of the embrace, twirling to shake his
finger at the man. He pointed in Logan s direction, and Logan saw
him mouth the word, Taken. Then he looked directly at Logan and
crooked his finger. Twice.
Logan didn t dance. He shook his head and smiled at the pout on
Keeton s lips. Keeton shrugged, wrapped one arm around Braxton s
waist, and began a slow grind.
Logan was out of his seat and moving before his brain registered
the intent to do so. He marched out onto the dance floor and right up
to tower over his mate. What the hell are you doing? he roared over
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the pounding of the bass.
Dancing, Keeton yelled back with a wicked grin.
Logan grabbed him around the waist, hauled him over his
shoulder, and strode off of the dance floor.
What the hell was that for? Keeton demanded angrily when
Logan sat him on his feet beside their table.
Don t start with me, he warned.
Keeton crossed his arms and huffed as he sat down in one of the
chairs. Logan thought he looked adorable and hot as hell.
C mere, baby.
Keeton hesitated for just a moment before smiling widely and
jumping into Logan s lap. He straddled his thighs, rocking his groin
against Logan s belly.
Are you having fun, angel?
Yeah. Keeton nodded. I needed this. It feels good to get out
there and move with the music. Why won t you dance with me?
Logan chuckled and kissed his lover s protruding lower lip. I
don t dance. I told you that.
Keeton looked disappointed for a moment then shrugged. Oh,
well, I have Braxton to dance with. He smiled mischievously, his
eyes twinkling.
Logan laughed again and shook his head. Not gonna work,
Keeton.
He just winked and jumped up from Logan s lap. I m going to
the little boys room.
Logan started to rise. I ll go with you.
Keeton pushed him back down in his chair and glared. I am
perfectly capable of going tinkle on my own. Just sit.
Logan nodded, but he didn t like it. Looking out onto the dance
floor, he found Blaise watching Keeton walk toward the restrooms at
the back of the club. He glanced over at Logan, pointed at his chest,
then jerked his thumb toward Keeton.
Logan nodded. Hell, yes, he wanted Blaise to follow Keeton.
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He had explained the situation to his mate on the way to the club,
telling him everything Blaise had said about Arsidian Demons,
Mariah being in heat, and how dangerous she could be.
Keeton still didn t seem to be taking any of it seriously.
Standing from his chair, he headed toward the exit. He needed air.
Blaise would keep an eye on Keeton until he came back, but just in
case, he asked Talon to do the same as he passed him on the way out.
His twin nodded and began scanning the room immediately.
Logan stepped out into the muggy night and walked around the
side of the building to the dark alley. Everything was falling apart,
and he hadn t even had five minutes to digest it.
Leaning against the rough bricks, he closed his eyes and breathed
in deeply through his nose. His head pounded, his stomach twisted,
and the muscles in his back were so tight and knotted, he felt like they
would snap his spine.
He stood that way for a long time, but when he opened his eyes,
Keeton stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of black,
bikini briefs and an adoring smile.
What the hell are you doing? Where s Blaise? Where the fuck
are your clothes? Logan yelled in shock. What on earth was his lover
doing?
Keeton pushed himself against Logan, molding their bodies
together, humming happily. I thought you could use a little stress
relief.
Though all about relieving some stress, he wouldn t fuck Keeton
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