In the span of two hours, I was changed. A completely different person. My life had veered off course from one deep inhale to the next. Because of this, I feared I was very solidly in the camp of allowing my mates to claim me, come what would.
Even now, as my very human reasoning returned, I couldn’t feel anything but the strongest affection for these two gorgeous shifters, and I knew nothing about them but their dick size. It was like the human concept of love didn’t even apply. Our bodies just produced the feeling when near our mates. And I liked it.
“Oh, we’ll be happy to keep you up all night,” Gibson rumbled, burying his fingers in my hair again. It felt good. Soothing. “But Ben’s right. We definitely need to learn some things about you, so we know how to keep you happy.”
I studied him. His dark hair with hints of silver, the matching beard. The strong physique. He was completely dressed except for his pants open and his half-hard dick laying against his belly. He looked sated. Relaxed. As if his wolf wasn’t driving him in the moment, unlike earlier at the club.
“You first,” I said. “Profession?”
“I’m CEO of the NAME Distillery. It has been run for generations and provides work for many members of my pack.”
“And you really are their alpha?” I’d felt the alpha power in his command earlier but didn’t know if he was just from an alpha line or had already inherited the position.
He nodded.
A younger alpha, like Rob Wolf, our pack’s leader. It probably meant Gibson had already experienced loss through a parent’s death. That explained why his eyes looked far more ancient than his face. That and the responsibility he faced every day for his pack members’ well-being and safety. Yet he was relaxed and calm with me. I’d made him this way. Sure, a blow job would short circuit any guy’s fuse, but I felt powerful in my own way, knowing I’d given him this peace.
I looked to Ben. His dark hair was rumpled, his gaze steady and even. They were both calm and commanding, but Ben seemed more intense. “You’re on the shifter council?” I asked him although I was taking in his bare chest, the thickly-muscled physique.
He shook his head. “I’m an enforcer. Of course, that’s a secret you can’t share with anyone. Your alpha and his brothers know because we met last fall.”
I drew in a breath, sobered. Pack enforcers had the dangerous and soul-crushing job of carrying out the council’s justice, which often meant they served as executioners. “Thank you for your service,” I murmured, knowing he put his life on the line every day, so the rest of us could stay safe.
Ben’s face softened into an affectionate smile. “You may like to play the bad girl, but you are as sweet as they come, aren’t you, kitten?”
I shook my head. “I’m not that sweet.” Except he was right. Being a bad girl was only a role I played. I wasn’t even that tough or strong. I held a prime female support role in the pack. I was the one who helped with cookouts and potlucks. Picked up the groceries and came early to set up. Stayed late to clean up. Ensured everyone was taken care of. Fed, nurtured. Satiated. It felt good to make others feel good.
“Don’t lie to your mates.” Ben brushed my cheek with his knuckles, breaking me from my thoughts. “Or you’re going to get spanked again.”
My nipples puckered, and both males noticed, their nostrils flaring. I was wet still, my body eager for more, and with one inhale, they picked up on it.
Those secrets I wanted to keep? They’d literally sniff them out.
“I see lots of spankings in her future, Ben,” Gibson observed, amusement playing on his face. It was a small turn of his lips, but like Rob, Wolf Ranch’s alpha, I had a feeling he didn’t smile all that much.
My face grew warm, and I shifted my ass on the futon, twitching my thighs together to alleviate the renewed throb between them. I’d just come. Twice. It wasn’t enough.
“Speaking of spankings, you still haven’t told us why you were stripping,” Ben added. “Does your alpha know?”
I glanced away and wrapped my arms around my torso. “I told you—I like it.”
“Stripping for horny strangers?” Gibson asked.
I nodded. I didn’t want to admit my money problems to them. Pride was one reason. But something else held me back. I didn’t want to become reliant on these guys for money. Not after what I saw my mom go through. Turning my money worries over to them would make me completely vulnerable to future devastation. If they abandoned me like my dad did, then I’d have nothing. No skills, no job.
“Liked it, past tense,” Gibson growled, a touch of alpha in his voice, which made me go weak.