Several things happened at once. I orgasmed. A little one—but still. Definitely an orgasm. The only explanation was the same reason I tried to lunge off his lap—the confirmation of the words, our mate.
Because they rang true.
If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have come just by hearing myself called that.
And yet, it was too much of a shock. Two strangers showed up, called themselves my mates and wanted to spank me?
Of course, I didn’t make it very far. And by that, I meant I didn’t make it an inch. His arm wrapped around my waist like a steel band, and he pulled me firmly back on his lap. I struggled but didn’t let out a sound, didn’t call for the bouncer. The older man didn’t intervene. He watched, eyes pinning me with the same force of the arm around my waist.
I loved feeling their strength as much as I struggled against it, knowing I wasn’t calling the shots for once. That they were... what? Rescuing me?
That was when I realized. These guys really might just carry me out of here. Considering I didn’t know who they were or where they were from, they could claim me and take me right out of Cooper Valley. Away from my pack and my mom, who needed me.
“Easy, she’s scared,” the older man cautioned, his nostrils flaring at my scent.
The younger one boldly cupped my mons, sliding a finger beneath the edge of my g-string and over my dripping slit. “She’s also gushing wet.”
“Let me see her,” the other said, reaching over and easily lifting me to his lap. He arranged me in a straddle position and molded his hands to my bare ass, gently kneading it as he met my gaze with his steady brown one. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, kitten. We’d never hurt you. I’m Gibson. This is Ben. We’re from the Two Marks pack in Wyoming. Ever heard of us?”
I shook my head.
“Wolves from our lineage mate in pairs.”
I gaped at him even as my pussy clenched again, apparently still orgasmic over being near my mates.
My mates! Plural.
Holy… fate. I glanced between the two of them. They were serious.
Gibson brought his thumb between my legs, delving under the plaid skirt to rub my clit over the miniscule excuse for panties. “Ben caught your scent when he was here on council business a few months ago, and he came back with me to find and claim you.”
My heart beat fast. Since I was sixteen, this was all I’d dreamed about. Finding my true mate. Being claimed by him. Yeah, him—not them. Two mates? This was nuts!
“Caught our scent?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“Unlike most shifters, we share it. That’s how our she-wolf knows she belongs to both of us. It’s also why this is intense for you. This sticky honey” —he slicked a finger beneath my panties, and I gasped— “Proves you’ve surrendered. You know you’re ours.”
Now that the moment had come, now that he said ours, it didn’t seem like such a fairytale.
It felt really freaking scary.
I didn’t know these guys from Adam, and they were here to claim me and take me back to their pack. Maybe I’d been hanging around too many human females, but it suddenly seemed like a medieval arranged marriage.
Slowly, I shook my head. “I think you’re mistaken.” I tried to dismount from Gibson’s lap.
He let me get to my feet but caught my hand. “Like I said, don’t be scared. What’s your name?”
“Shelby.”
“Shelby,” Ben murmured, as if savouring the sound.
“Come here, little she-wolf.” To my shock, Ben tugged me over both their laps, face down, and flipped up my skirt. “We all know you wanted that spanking.”
Not gonna lie. I definitely wanted the spanking. Their thighs were rock hard beneath me and, thankfully, I was sprawled across them enough, so I didn’t touch the dirty floor.
I felt Gibson’s fingers hook into my g-string.
“Bad girls get spankings bare,” he growled.
“My ass is bare,” I grated out.
“Bare… completely,” Ben added, when my panties settled just above my knees.
My pussy clenched at their words. And actions. Fuck.
Gibson’s hand cracked down on my ass and I was grateful for the music pumping loud enough to muffle it. He squeezed a rough handful of flesh, showing me it belonged to him. I wasn’t sure if this was just foreplay or if he really got off on domination, but my wolf didn’t give a flying F. I gushed arousal, squirming over their muscled thighs.
“And it’s your lucky day because you just got yourself two mates to keep you in line,” Ben added, pulling my wrists behind my back, even though I wasn’t fighting them or trying to cover. The act of being loosely restrained made me even hotter.
I let out a shaky breath right before Gibson started spanking in earnest, smacking me to the beat of the music, which meant fast and hard.