Gibson scoffed. “You offend me, kitten. Of course Marne will join our pack. We’ll support you both.”
“I don’t want to be a kept woman,” I said, and Mom laughed.
“Yes, you do,” she countered. “Let them take care of you. Besides, you’re mating an alpha, which means your job is to help the entire pack. It’s something you’ve been doing around here for years. Not just me but everyone in the pack.”
Mom was right. I did take care of everyone. I looked to her though. “I won’t be beholden to a mate. After what Dad did—”
“Dad was a dumbass,” Mom said, cutting me off. She set her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “He left us, but honey, these two want you. I mean, your name is tattooed on his arm.”
“And my back,” Ben added.
“Don’t deny yourself or them a mating that you all desperately want because of your father,” she continued. “It would mean he wins… and he’s a loser.”
I laughed through my tears. He was a dumbass and a loser.
“Kept woman?” Gibson asked. “Not kept. Held. Cherished.”
“Protected. Loved,” Ben added.
“You are our top priority. Always.” Gibson wrapped his arms around me from behind and tugged me against him. “Your job,” he murmured against my ear, “besides being the alpha’s mate, will be to look pretty in our bed.”
Both men growled low, and my she-wolf preened at the naughty idea.
My mom bustled inside, pretending not to hear anything.
“And maybe to give us some of those private dances,” Ben suggested in a whisper. “With the plaid skirt?” He waggled his brows, and I soaked my panties, remembering the last dance I’d given them. The one that had quickly turned into a spanking over both their knees.
“And bear our pups,” Gib added, his eyes flashing amber. “Fuck this. I can’t wait any longer.” In a flash, I found myself over his shoulder. “Marne, we can’t stay!” he called out as he tromped toward their truck. “We’ll make plans later.”
I heard my mom’s laughter and her calling something out to us, but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was being claimed by my two mates.
This was it. I had my mates. They wanted me… and my mom. All of them were right. My dad was in my past, and I couldn’t hold onto that any longer. Gibson and Ben were my future.
Starting right now.
Ben settled behind the wheel as Gibson dropped me onto the passenger seat and slid in beside me so I was nestled between them. The moment we were in, he buckled my seat belt then slid his hand down to firmly cup my mons, the other beneath my shirt to pinch my nipple.
“You’ve got a spanking coming, kitten,” Ben growled as Gibson kept touching me.
The truck bounced along the road, faster than probably necessary.
I squirmed, trying to get more friction against my clit. “I-I do? What for?”
Gibson bit my neck. Not with wolf teeth, just a human nip that left me breathless and flushed with heat. “Pushing us away. Not telling us what you needed. Making me beg.”
I laughed, but it came out a gasp as he tugged on a nipple. “I haven’t heard you beg yet.”
“It was a silent begging,” he deadpanned. “Alphas don’t beg out loud.”
I reached between my legs, trying to encourage him to use the fingers he had pressed against my lady-bits, but instead he slapped my pussy. “You need me to spank you here first?”
My muscles clenched, stomach quivered. I writhed between them. I’d never been so grateful my place wasn’t far from my mom’s in my life.
I seriously feared I would die if I didn’t get both these men inside me as soon as possible.
“Hmm?” Gibson slapped my pussy again. “You want me to turn your pretty little pussy pink before I fuck it?”
“Yes!” I admitted on a gasp. “Yes, please!”
“Now who’s begging?” Gibson rumbled.
Thankfully, Ben pulled in front of my house. “You two are lucky I didn’t crash the fucking truck,” he growled as he undid my safety belt. His wolf shone in his eyes.
I was sure mine did, too. “Please, please, please.” I threw my arms around Gibson’s neck to hold on as he lunged out of the truck and carried me swiftly to the door.
I managed to dig my keys out of my pocket on the way, so I could unlock it the moment we arrived and Gibson could kick open the door.
“You’ve got three seconds to strip, baby,” Gibson commanded the moment my feet touched the floor.
I scrambled to obey, throwing my t-shirt off and shucking the jeans and sandals.
“Too slow.” Ben tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the futon where he lowered me on my back. “These should be off by now.” He yanked down my panties then flipped me over and arranged me on my hands and knees. He slapped my ass hard once then undid the back of my bra. I quickly shook it down my arms as he slapped my ass again.