Untamed (Two Marks 0.50)

That wasn’t happening. Not in the back room of a strip club. No fucking way. My dick and my wolf had no say on when.

Ben stroked her long hair back from her face as I took in her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were wild, and her tits practically bounced with her nervous pants of breath. She might have just come all over my hand, but it hadn’t calmed her.

“Shh,” I crooned, pulling the two halves of her miniscule blouse together as much as possible. While the lush inner swells were visible, at least her nipples were covered. “Everything’s okay, kitten. You’re leaving with us,” I said.

She shook her head. “I… just met you. Mates or not, you’re strangers. I’m not going to Wyoming with you.”

“Not to Wyoming. To your place.” I filled both my hands with her firm ass and squeezed. Damn, she felt good. “Did you think that was the only orgasm we’d give you? No, sweet thing. We’re going to need to pleasure you all night.”

Her blue eyes changed to amber, and she drank in our scent with a slow pull through her nostrils. She couldn't ignore biology—the undeniable sexual pull between us—any more than we could. Going to her place would make her more comfortable.

No matter how much I wanted her in my house on my pack’s land, we weren’t doing the drive tonight. Probably not even tomorrow. We’d give her time because she needed it. And we needed to find out why the fuck she stripped. She might be running hot for us, but I doubted she was strutting on stage because she was an exhibitionist. No, the way she just submitted to us, I had a feeling she really did want to be dominated. Our girl had a reason for being here, and whatever it was, we’d deal with it. It was our job now to take care of her.

“I have another set.” She glanced toward the door.

Ben stood, stroked her hair once more. “I’ll handle it.”

“The only stripping you’ll be doing from now on is for us.”

I saw uneasiness in the shift of her jaw. It seemed she knew better than to argue with us, but it didn’t sit well with her.

“Time to go.”

Reaching down, she started to pull her panties back up.

I clucked my tongue and stopped her motion with my hand then took over the task, but instead of lifting them, I worked them down her legs. “No panties for you. I want you bare and ready for me. Lift your foot. Good girl. Now the other.”

She complied, and I stood. Tucking the damp scrap into my pocket, I took her hand and led her through the club for the last time.

4

SHELBY

We’re going to need to pleasure you all night.

I couldn’t deny the surge of lust I’d experienced at hearing those words. I’d been incapable of refusing the offer.

Although... it had been less an offer than a demand, and perhaps, that was the reason right there I was nervous.

“Star, you okay?” Roscoe demanded, stalking away from Ben who’d probably just told him some macho bullshit about me quitting. A growl rumbled from Gibson at my stage name.

“I’m fine, but I do have to go.” I held up a hand to try to ward off his concern and approach. The last thing I needed here was an altercation between two hormonally-challenged wolves defending their unclaimed mate and the strip club owner and his bouncers.

I put a hand on Gibson’s chest and went up on my tiptoes to whisper although he didn’t need me to do that to hear, even with the music blaring. “You two make a scene, and I’m not going anywhere with you,” I warned, even though we both knew they could toss me over a shoulder and carry me off.

That was the part that freaked me out.

Meeting them here—away from others like us—meant they had no one to vouch for them. Especially being from another pack. Clint had outed himself as an enforcer last fall, his job to protect shifters was a stark reminder that there were rogues around. When I walked out the doors, I had no one to protect me from them if required.

When Gibson looked troubled at my words, I relaxed slightly. He took my threat seriously. Or took me seriously, anyway.

He tucked an arm around my waist and made an attempt at dropping his scowl. “We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but Star won’t be returning.”

“Are you safe with these guys?” Roscoe demanded. All things considered, he was a decent guy.

I swallowed. I should be safe with them. As their mate, they would be hard-wired to protect and provide for me. That didn’t mean they wouldn't be high-handed assholes while doing so. After all, they’d just informed me and my boss I was out of a job. Not to mention spanked my butt pink over having it out in the first place. Of course, I'd enjoyed the heck out of that.