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Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

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Stefan opened his eyes slowly. For a brief moment, he wondered where he was. Then, as the events of the previous night filled his head, he quickly turned looking for Ben only to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Ben?

            Sitting up, he looked around the room. It was empty. Stefan threw the blankets back and crawled from the bed. He quickly went to the bathroom to see if Ben was there. Finding it empty, he walked through the rest of the house.

            He walked into the kitchen and found Ben sitting at the table. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other. Stefan took a moment to just look at him. Ben truly was magnificent.

            He was dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans, his chest and feet bare. The mere width of Ben's shoulders was stunning on its own. He looked like he could carry an entire house on his shoulders, not to mention the sheer size of his arms.

            Stefan didn't know if he was a minority or not but Ben's size was more arousing than anything he had ever encountered before. It made him feel safe and protected, something Stefan never experienced before. He seemed to spend his life being afraid.

            The sight of Ben's naked chest, smattered with dark chest hair, plain out turned Stefan on. He wanted to run his fingers through that hair and discover where the small trail going down the man's abdomen led to.

            "Did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked without turning his head.

            Stefan could feel his face heat up as he walked towards Ben. Guess he had been caught. However, he wasn't embarrassed enough to stop looking. Or to not climb onto Ben's lap and try to get a feel of that glorious chest.

            Devlin told him that he would be attracted to his mate but Stefan had no idea he would feel obsessed like this. He couldn't stop looking, stop wanting to smell the man. If this is what being mated felt like, Stefan was all for it.

            As Ben looked up at him in confusion, Stefan swung his leg over Ben's lap, straddling his legs, his hands coming to rest on Ben's wide chest. He rubbed his hands over Ben as he slowly raised his eyes to meet Ben's golden eyes.

            "Good morning," Stefan giggled at the sight of total shock on Ben's face. He felt pretty sure his usual shy demeanor hadn't prepared Ben for this. Stefan couldn't explain it beyond that fact that Ben was now his mate.

            He wanted the man. Everything about Ben aroused Stefan to a fever pitch from the top of his gorgeous dark head to the bottoms of his big feet. The man was truly breathtaking and just knowing that Ben was his nearly made Stefan melt.

            "Is there -- did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked again, his voice going low and deep, filled with apprehension as he gazed down at Stefan.

            "I imagine there are lots of things I need, but there is only one thing I want," Stefan replied as he leaned up to press his lips against Ben's. As he tried to push his tongue past Ben's lips, he felt Ben's hands press against his shoulders, pushing him back. With a deep heavy sigh, Stefan leaned back and looked into Ben's eyes.

            "Stefan? Do you know what you're doing?"

            Stefan's lips curled into a small grin as he grabbed Ben's hands from his shoulders and moved them down to his ass. "Yep," he whispered just before he leaned up again to kiss Ben again. He wanted his mate to claim him. Now!

            Ben opened his mouth and kissed Stefan back. Stefan could feel Ben's large hands clench his ass through the thin material of his shirt. Never letting his lips leave Ben's, Stefan reached down with his hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up until Ben was holding bare flesh in his hands.

            He could feel Ben's response in the tightening of his hands on his ass, the soft moan that came from Ben's lips as his tongue moved out to brush against Stefan's, and the hard throbbing of Ben's cock between his legs.

            "Stefan," Ben growled as he ripped his lips from Stefan's. "Baby, you don't know what you're doing."

            "I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm asking -- no, I'm demanding that my mate claim me."