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tao_) wrote,

He'd not gotten far, certainly not far enough, but he could feel him. Feel the shifter still behind him. Without thinking he'd lifted a hand to brush away the one clamped to the nape of his neck, "Do not -"

It was too fast, and somewhere in his mind was a voice screaming to back away before it got worse, before he would refuse to give up the shifter. Unfortunately that voice was drowned out by the sound of a heartbeat, by heat pressed against him, and the taste of his mouth. He turned, hands gone for his hips and pressed him back into the wall. A growl as he let his tongue run over his teeth.

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