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their legal son.
    Elijah sighed . God how he wished his own adoptive parents cared that much. Or at all. He hated them. They constantly picked on him for one ridiculous reason or another, and Elijah’s patience was wearing thin — which meant his “issue” was becoming problematic.
    That little “issue” came in the way of stuff kind of suddenly catching on fire. He really wished he could talk to someone about it. Maybe Skylar? It turned out that Skylar Foxx was a child of Poseidon. How cool was that!? Elijah had always believed in fairy tale shit — werewolves, vampires, shape shifters, witches and warlocks. You name it, he believed in it. Maybe it was his need to believe that something better had to be out there for him.
    Elijah frowned. But what if he wasn’t a good whatever he was? What if he was a demon or something?
    Elijah grabbed his pack and began walking outside with the others, picking his thoughts up again. For months, a large wolf had been in his yard every night. He’d only spoken to it once; after that, it seemed to hide out.
    Great, n ow he couldn’t even keep animals. Elijah sighed and reached for his phone. He got a soft growl from Dasan and a stern glare from Stone.
    “ Fine!” Elijah dropped the phone in his backpack. “Happy now?”
    “Yup.” Stone grinned and resumed walking. He stopped halfway down the stairs and smiled. “Well, well, Elijah. Seems you have a different ride home today.”
    Elijah glanced up and almost tripped. Jaxon Salvatore was sitting across the street on his Harley. Acid-washed jeans covered his long legs, accentuated by black boots and a black shirt hidden by a black bomber jacket.
    All Elijah could see , however, was Jaxon strutting his stuff in a blue jock strap. Ever since the striptease fundraiser Jaxon and other men had participated in, he’d been jacking off to that vision. Well, and he’d bought the DVD.
    “ Oh, fuck,” Elijah muttered.
    He was not prepared to deal with Jaxon right now. In fact, he hadn’t seen him in a while. Jaxon slid off his bike and moved toward them. The hair on the back of Elijah’s neck rose. What was it about Jaxon Salvatore that he just couldn’t shake? From the moment he’d met the man at Camp Pride, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. He felt such a strong pull, one he couldn’t break free of even if he tried — and God knows he didn’t want to try.
    Jaxon Salvatore was his. He just was.
    “Hey, Elijah,” Jaxon grinned.
    “God, that smile,” Dasan mumbled.
    Elijah elbowed him. “Get your own.”
    Stone laughed.
    “Um, hi.” Elijah stood still as Jaxon took the steps two at a time until he stood right in front of him. Elijah peered up through his lashes.
    “I hope you don’t mind, but Caden sent me to get you.”
    “Caden?”
    “Ye p. He said he overheard that you wanted a leather jacket for your birthday? I’m here to take you to the mall.”
    “But my b irthday isn’t until next Friday.”
    “Well, Caden wanted to make sure you got something you really wanted. He’d be here, but he go t a call at the last minute from investors.” Jaxon put his hand out. “So? You want to go?”
    “Sure he does!” Stone pushed Elijah into Jaxon.
    Elijah almost fell over, but a strong hand held him up by his bicep. Jaxon’s scent drifted up Elijah’s nostrils and went straight to his balls. His dick lengthened and hardened on contact. Elijah tried to back away, covering his crotch with his backpack. Jaxon pulled him in even closer and leaned down into his face. Elijah’s breath hitched as Jaxon’s eyes locked on his.
    “So? Yes or no?”
    “Yes?” Elijah squeaked.
    “Okay then, cool.”
    Elijah turned to eye his friends. “So we’ll catch up at Skylar’s?”
    “Yep.” Ryder nodded with a wicked wink. “Skylar’s going to pick you up at seven thirty.”
    A warm hand slid into his and then pulled him forward. Elijah looked over his shoulder as Jaxon led him down the steps to the street. Stone