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  Pulling one of the earpieces from my ear, I moved closer to the door, picking up on the distinctive sounds of rustling, and heavy breathing. Another thump and a muffled curse had me silently moving in the direction of the closet door.

  Every zombie step-drag toward it brought more of the scent, until I was standing in front of the thick mahogany, my hand reaching for the knob, as my heart raced.

  Whoever was on the other side of this door was my mate.

  Sending up a quick prayer that I wouldn't have the horrifying task of killing my mate, I opened the door quickly. Bright green eyes blinked away the sudden brightness before landing on me.

  Even as his focus was on me, clearly angry, by the look in his eyes, he continued to work at the tie that had his very strong, very muscular arms tethered to a pipe coming up through the floor and disappearing through the ceiling.

  I may have gotten stuck looking at the way those arms bunched and released as he continued to work the knot at his wrist, because I just stood there like an idiot, watching him struggle.

  With one last grunt and jerk, something gave, and suddenly an angry, aggressive and physically massive man was barreling at me. I stepped back, planning to catch him without hurting either of us, because massive or not, I was stronger than him, but I'd forgotten about my injured leg.

  "Fuck!" It gave, and as I started falling backward, pen-wheeling my arms to stay upright as my other leg moved back to try to catch me, he hit me with his shoulder in the stomach, arms wrapping around my body as he drove me backward.

  My mate's scent enveloped me, and even as I hit the ground so hard all the air whooshed out of me, I was smiling.

  He was taller than me by a good four inches, putting him close to 6'6". He had the large muscled body of an athlete, his skin sun-kissed and his hair golden brown in a classic cut that made him look like the quintessential boy-next-door.

  Almost as soon as we hit the ground, he jumped off of me, readying himself for me to attack, taking away any opportunity I might have had to touch him, and ripped off the three layers of tape covering his mouth, as I sat up and watched him move. Smiling like an idiot.

  This was my mate. He was magnificent.

  After a few moments where I didn't make a move other than to smile happily at my mate…he relaxed his stance and moved a bit closer.

  "Are you okay, man?" My mate's voice was deep and rich.

  I let my eyes fall shut, shuddering slightly, my cock filling.

  "Hey." A hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly had me blinking my eyes open at the gorgeous man. "Sorry about tackling you. I thought you were one of them, But those bastards would have already attacked me. Did I hurt you?"

  "Hi."

  "Shit. You are hurt." Reaching forward, he dug his hands into my hair, massaging my scalp. "Where does it hurt?"

  "My dick." So good.