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Storm did as he was told, allowing John to pull him into the warm embrace. It did not take him long before he sighed and settled in, snuggling against his lover’s chest as John stroked his hair.

“Knew you cared,” John said.

Storm squeezed John a little tighter. Every insecurity he felt bubbled to the surface, and no matter how hard he fought against them, they would not go away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at John. “Are you sure we are mates? This isn’t just lust on both our parts?”

“No. You’re mine,” John said, then squeezed him back, and Storm could practically hear the smile in his voice. “In lust with me, eh?”

“I think that should be obvious by now,” Storm said.

“Well, since we’re both in lust with each other and trying to share our body heat and all…”

He really was horny all the time, Storm thought. Even when their lives were in danger and they were hiding out from hunters, it seemed John would search for any opportunity to have sex with his mate.

His fingers trailed down along the skin of Storm’s side. It was nice, even if it was a bit ticklish.

“I will accommodate you if you want,” Storm said. “I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want you again either, but you need to conserve your energy.”

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John’s fingers suddenly stopped their sensual movements along his skin.

“You know I wouldn’t even make you do anything if you didn’t want to, right?”

Now more than ever, he did know it. “Right. Rest for a little while. I’ll wake you in twenty minutes.”

Storm stayed awake, protecting the man who held him, who actually thought he was worth something, while John drifted off. He would never leave him.

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It seemed only as though John had shut his eyes to rest them before Storm was shaking him awake. John wanted to brush him off and keep sleeping. Better than that would be to just grab Storm around the waist and keep the man down with him. His body heat was so comfortable that John never wanted to separate himself from it, but the other man insisted he get up.

“John, it’s been twenty-five minutes. We need to go, now. The hunters will catch up to us.”

The reminder of hunters had him snapping his eyes open and looking around.

Right. He’d somehow managed to forget where they were.

His body was cold without Storm to hold him, and that only made him irritable. He quickly shifted, his fur coat protecting him from the cold. Storm pulled their bag of supplies over his head and shifted as well.

“There’s nothing we can do about the den. They’ll eventually find it and know which direction we’ve gone in,” Storm said.

“Then we should hurry,” John replied.

His leg was stiff as hell, and it hurt shooting off into an immediate run without stretching it out first, but he eventually overcame that.

Now that he’d eaten and rested, his body was willing to cooperate with him a little more. His tank was still on low, however.

Storm, on the other hand, was still running on fumes, and now John found himself looking behind him, making sure that Storm hadn’t fallen over much the same way John had. He definitely wasn’t running as quickly as yesterday.

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“Do you want me to carry the bag?” John asked.

Storm shook his head, being stubborn about it. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

For the sake of peace, John didn’t argue.

They ran as quickly as their aching bodies could take them for the next three hours before they came upon another tiny highway town.

There was a two-story motel, but John didn’t spot any pay phones on the property. There was a pay phone just in front of the McDonald’s however.

Since John was now the one with the most energy, he shifted into his human form, got dressed, and ran over to the phones, leaving Storm to rest his tired paws in the shrubs.

He’d never been happier in his life to hear the voice of his pack alpha.

“We’re in trouble,” he said.

“What kind of trouble?” James asked with no hesitation. Trouble was usually found on the heels of their kind. It was always a simple matter of what kind.

“There’s two hunters stalking us, and we’re both injured. I was shot with a silver bullet, and that slowed us down.”

“Where are you?”

John had caught a glimpse of the town sign when he and Storm had run in, and he told his alpha.

“I can be there in four hours by truck, maybe less if there’s no traffic. Can you hold out for that long?”

There was the very good chance that those hunters were still after them, but as far as John was aware, neither had seen his or Storm’s faces yet. “I think we can. We can hang out just outside of town until you get here. We’ll be hiding in the trees.”

“Do you have any money left to get a motel room? There’s nowhere you can stay until we get there?”

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only five dollars cash, and maybe there was another twenty inside his account.

“I don’t think I have enough to get us a room, but I’m pretty sure the hunters haven’t seen our faces or anything.”

That was him trying to show James he had it under control again.

That had nearly gotten him and his mate killed. He couldn’t be doing that if he wanted to be a real, responsible alpha.

“But the shelter would do us some good. Can you put anything in my account?”

“Hang on a second,” James said, and through the line he could hear his alpha tapping on some keyboards.

The alpha of every pack was required to have the bank