Untamed (Two Marks 0.50)

They stood, the older one settling his hand at my lower back, the other snatching his hat from my head.

Eddie, the bouncer, surged forward because the male was touching me, but I shook off his touch before he got to us. I knew wolves when they’d set their sights on a female. They didn’t tolerate interference. No way would either like anyone getting between them and what they wanted.

Me.

A huge guy like Eddie wasn’t any kind of deterrent for a shifter.

“No touching, wolf,” I warned.

The older hottie’s nostrils flared, and his eyes changed from brown to amber.

God, something about his scent made my knees weak and had me wanting to push up his shirt and lick that muscled chest. I settled for resting my palm there.

“I touch you,” I promised softly. “You don’t get to touch me. Are you going to be able to handle that, big guy?”

His growl came as a low warning, and I swore to fate—went straight to my nether region. Flutters flopped in my belly. My g-string was definitely wet. Time to get off the stage.

I’d never had this reaction to a male wolf before—much less two.

“Christ, that scent. Can we just carry her out of here now?” the younger one muttered. “Fuck the bouncer.”

A ripple of apprehension ran through me, but it was equally matched with desire. I’d never been so excited to get a client to the VIP room as I was now.

They sandwiched me between them. Even in my platform heels, they were at least a foot taller. I led them to the back where the bouncer pulled the velvet cord to let us down the hall. No one else was in the VIP section at the moment, which had never made me so happy.

They pulled up two chairs and dropped into them. The guy with salt and pepper hair and a matching beard pulled out five twenties and fanned them out in front of me. I plucked them from his fingers and tucked them in my platform shoe where they wouldn’t slip out.

“I don’t know how we’re going to give you the spanking you deserve if we can’t touch,” he rumbled.

Heat flooded my core because insanely enough, I wanted that spanking. I shouldn’t encourage them or let them think they could play these sorts of games with me, but I was so wet, my thighs were growing slick. And they were shifters, so they smelled my arousal. Knew exactly the kind of effect they were having on me.

“I could probably make Eddie look the other way.” I glanced toward the bouncer. “Especially with a little green incentive.”

These were the tricks I’d learned to get as much cash out of clients as possible, but it felt all wrong to milk these guys for money. I found my face growing warm, and I never blushed for clients.

They didn’t look annoyed though. The younger one pulled out a twenty and handed it to me. I winked and sashayed over to Eddie to tell him we were going to have a little fun, and if he wanted to position himself at the end of the hall instead, it would be fine with me.

“You sure, doll?” He glanced at the shifters.

I nodded. “I’m sure. These guys are safe.”

The truth was, these two were the least safe guys I’d ever brought back here. They weren’t weak humans who couldn’t hurt me. They had shifter power and potency. Alpha stature and size. Even though they made me nervous and off-kilter, I knew I had nothing to fear from them. Especially if I was their mate. My she-wolf wasn’t scared at all. She was ready to rip her panties off and go spread eagle, ready to ask these guys to sniff her ass. The rest of me had a touch of stranger-danger. Fear of the unknown. Especially with the comment the younger one had made about carrying me out of the place.

Maybe it was because deep down I knew they could do it if they wanted. No one—not even me—would be able to stop them.

The thought of that was… actually hot as hell.

Every she-wolf wanted to be overpowered. Chased down in the woods and thrown onto her back, forced to surrender to the wolf who wanted her most. The one who would claim her for life.

In this case, it appeared to be not one, but two.

I strutted back and dropped into the younger one’s lap, grinding my mostly bare ass down on the bulge in his jeans and looping my arms around his neck. “All yours, big guy.”

Again, these might have been well-rehearsed lines, but the way they came out now was totally different. I sounded breathless. Excited.

His hand slid up into my ripped open shirt to cup my breast. His lips found the pulse at my neck. “You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me why our mate has been showing off this perfect body to every asshole in the county,” he growled. “Then we’re going to spank your ass pink.”