Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

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He'd never been attracted to men. Never wanted them. Didn't want them near his girls. 
Why did it change so suddenly?
Was it his lack of control, his urge to hunt the one that attacked Keen? Maybe fucked something up in his mind. But, it felt good. To have someone to love on. He couldn't do that to Keen, he thought her too young for him. He wasn't much good for her anyway. He'd taint her.

He stared into the dark, depthless eyes of the man. Did he feel pain? Derg ground his jaw, working things out. 
He should go; he wanted to stay.
He swallowed thickly. He'd killed men for this. Killed women for this, too. He was a brute, a savage. Nothing more than the one who'd attacked Keen. 
"No." The words were out before he could bite his tongue, to hold back the truth. The truth almost always came out first with him; he wasn't a very good liar. 
He wondered if it was good he wasn't lying now.
He shouldn't give his name. 

Derg let his body move himself to press agist the stranger again, letting his nose run along his nape, rubbing his cheek across him. Inhaling his scent. 
Why was it he felt like crying?

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