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Porter reached out and touched his cheek. "I want to be able to protect all of you too. And if I really wanted to do that then I would leave."

"No!" Cyrus shook his head, his throat squeezing.

"Don't even fucking think about it," Foi barked.

"Unacceptable," Jaygen added.

Porter sucked in a breath. "Okay, then I guess we'll just have to figure it out." He stretched and Cy's eyes dragged over his naked body. When he glanced up, Foi was licking his lips. "Stop staring at me you two. I'm not a meal." He grinned. "But I do want to work tonight. Arden has been nice enough to let me rest." He frowned. "I need to apologize to him too."

"Yes, you do," Jaygen confirmed. "And I expect it to be done before we begin our shift."

"Yes, Sir." Porter nodded before he smiled at Jaygen. "Thank you for...all of it." His cheeks were red and Cy did laugh that time at his shyness. "I should get to my room."

As Porter walked away Cy's eyes stayed glued to his ass. There was a slight limp in his step, but he didn't seem to notice or if he did, he didn't care. When he reached Jaygen sitting in his chair as if it was a throne, Porter reached out and touched his cheek.

"You're not gonna kiss me before I go?"

Jaygen looked amused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Get on your knees, Pretty."

Porter wasted no time getting on his knees and Cyrus had to hold back a moan of desire. Jaygen grabbed Porter's chin and tilted his head up before he leaned down and pressed his lips against Porter's. They stayed like that for what felt like forever until they finally pulled apart and Porter got back on his feet.

“Wait,” Jaygen instructed. “You’re not walking the halls naked for all to see. Foi, go into my closet and dress Porter in one of my shirts.”

Foi moved swiftly, digging around in the closet before he came out with one of Jaygen’s button-ups. He helped Porter slip his arms into it and the soft fabric fell mid-thigh on the smaller human. Foi carefully buttoned him up, stealing shy glances the whole time as Porter smiled at him.

“Thank you, Foi.” He stood on the tips of his toes and rubbed his nose against the wolf’s before he turned to Cyrus. "Come on, Cyrus. Help me out with my outfit."

"Coming!" Cyrus clambered off of the bed after him and wrapped his arms around Porter's waist. Porter just pet his head and he leaned against him.

"So? How was it?" Foi asked from behind them.

"How was what?" Porter asked coyly, making Cyrus laugh.

Foi growled. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Oh, you mean how was Jaygen?" Porter grinned. "Spectacular."

"I'm so jealous!" Cyrus pouted and sighed as they walked into his room. "You're getting all the good stuff and I'm made to suffer just because I was a little defiant one teeny tiny time."

Foi laughed. "You made the whole room turn into a fucking frenzy, Cy. I wouldn't call that being a little defiant."

Cyrus flipped him off. "Who asked you?"

The three of them laughed together and Cyrus was finally able to relax for the first time in days.Thank goodness.He had missed spending time with Porter entirely too much. It was more than some little crush. Cyrus was coming to realize that he cared about Porter. Deeply.

What was he supposed to do with that?

"What's the theme tonight?" Porter asked as he pushed through Cyrus' closet.

"Leather and lace." Cyrus pulled out two outfits for Porter. "Which one do you like more?"

The lace dress was pretty, a soft pink color that he thought would look amazing with Porter's olive skin. It was short, showing off plenty of skin through the lacey material. The leather dress was short as well, black, and would hug every inch of Porter's body.

"Oh, that's a hard choice." Porter ran his fingers over each dress. "Foi? What do you think?"

"Leather," Foi said the word quickly and Cy grinned at how mesmerized he looked.

Cy had to admit, the black dress was a look. It had a black leather strap around the throat and would show off ample back. Along with some boots or heels, he knew Porter would be a knockout.

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