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- Herausgeber: Bridger Media
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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TWO MARKS COMPLETE BOXED SET
BOOKS 1 - 4
VANESSA VALE
RENEE ROSE
Two Marks: Desired
Copyright © 2022 by Bridger Media and Wilrose Dream Ventures LLC
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Untamed - Book 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Tempted - Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Desired - Book 3
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Enticed - Book 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
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UNTAMED - BOOK 1
1
BEN
The glaring neon sign over the door cast the parking lot in a hot pink glow. Thumping bass pulsed through the closed door.
“You sure this is right?” Gibson ran a hand over his salt-and-pepper beard as he looked the place over.
I glanced up at the sign, the cartoon of a woman riding a very endowed horse. Naked. Beneath it, the dive’s name: Hoedown. Fucking hell. If we were in our early twenties, our dicks would have gotten hard at the thought of coming to a place like this. Now? Our dicks were only hard because of the scent we’d picked up. We’d stopped at the gas station on our way to Wolf Ranch, caught her scent, and it led us here… Next door.
It was the sweet, vibrant scent that had tickled my nose last time I was in the area. The reason I brought Gibson, the alpha of my pack, back with me this time.
Our mate.
The next deep inhale confirmed this was the place. I shrugged in reply.
“Please tell me she’s not in there letting human men see what’s ours,” he growled, taking in the squat cinderblock building just off the highway. “I don’t want to have to kill every one of those fuckers.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. We may mate in pairs, but it didn’t mean we weren’t just as jealous and possessive as the wolf breeds who mated singly.
“When we get her out of here, she’s going to know how her new alpha feels about her in this shithole.”
That new alpha? It was him. The leader of the Two Marks pack.
I wasn’t alpha, but an enforcer, and I felt the same fucking way.
“I’ve waited five months to follow this scent again,” I told him, stepping out of the way to let a man leave. It had been that long since I’d been in Montana last, when I’d borrowed Clint Tucker’s truck to get down off the mountain after following a rogue shifter to the Wolf Ranch pack’s land. Back then, my wolf had perked up immediately at the sweet scent that had filled the cab. Some female shifter had ridden with him, and my wolf had been intrigued. In all that time, I hadn’t forgotten. My wolf… and my dick wouldn’t let me. And now I was sure.
Gibson clenched his jaw because he knew I was right. We carried the same scent gene, meaning we claimed one female together, just like all males in our lineage, our pack.
“Let’s go get our mate.” He tugged open the door. I followed.
The place was dimly lit and western themed. There was one central stage that cut through the middle of the huge room. It had two poles, one at the back and one front and center at the end of the runway. Along the far wall was the bar, but the clientele were being served by waitresses with low-cut, midriff blouses and tiny Daisy Duke cutoffs which barely covered their asses. They might be getting tips, but they weren’t getting much of the men’s attention. After I took a deep breath, none of them got much of ours either. None were our mate.
No, the sweet scent came from the hot little number on stage who currently hung upside down on the front stripper pole. How she was able to hang on by wrapping her legs around the shiny metal in a way that defied gravity, I had no idea.
She popped upright with abs that had to be rock hard then dropped gracefully to her feet and lowered into a squat. Her knees were bent, spread wide apart. She was an athlete, like most she-wolves.
My wolf growled, and I took a step toward her.
I couldn’t look away. She was a slender thing with long whiskey-colored hair, tattoos snaking around muscular arms and a tight dancer’s body but with tits that made a man drool. Hell, most of the guys watching her had their mouths hanging open, and no doubt, their dicks were hard.
Her breasts were big for her slender frame but definitely all natural, unlike some of the pool floats the other waitresses sported.
Gibson tapped my shoulder and led me to an open table along the side of the runway, right up front. We dropped into our seats and watched her writhe up and down, as if she were scratching her back on the pole, all the while flashing every man in the place her g-string covered pussy that peeked out from beneath a tiny, plaid schoolgirl skirt. With knee high socks and high-heeled Mary Janes, she played the naughty school-girl to a ‘T’. The only thing prim about her white blouse was that it was tucked into her skirt. We’d missed the part of her performance where she’d ripped the buttons off so the two halves of the front were spread wide, hiding nothing. It was as if she knew what would get Gib and me going.
Gib leaned forward, set his forearms on the edge of the stage and held a twenty between his fingers. She caught sight of it and crawled our way.
I growled, and thankfully, the music covered it. She arched her back with the skill of a stripper who knew how to flaunt her assets, making those tits thrust out, her nipples plump and ready to be sucked.
She stopped right in front of Gibson and gave him a sly smile. He leaned in, careful not to touch her, and breathed. I heard his wolf growl, and she must have too because she went still, her eyes widening, nostrils flaring and picking up our scent. Yeah, she knew we were shifters and might even have an idea of why we were here.
But then, she slid into motion again, pushing out a hip for Gib to tuck the bill into the waistband of her skirt. I moved close enough to do the same on her other side, so we formed a triangle—her up on the raised stage and us sitting before her.
Oh, we’d put our mate up on a pedestal, probably naked, and once we hauled her out of here—preferably over my shoulder—we would be the only ones to see her bare from now on.
The song came to an end, and the music cut off.
“We want you between us,” I said in the lull between dances. “In the VIP room.”
Her cinnamon-colored eyes raked over us, a smirk curving at her lips. Her gaze, which had held false pleasure, now held real attraction. The glint of her she-wolf in the glow of her eyes.
“Both of you like schoolgirls?” Her voice was like caramel syrup, and my dick punched against the zipper of my jeans. She grabbed the cowboy hat from my head and set it on top of hers.
“Only the bad ones,” I answered.
“And you’ve definitely been a bad girl,” Gib said.
She smirked and twirled a lock of hair around her finger in mock-innocence. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Count on it, kitten,” I growled.
2
SHELBY
Oh fates.
They were shifters, and they were gorgeous. Six feet plus of bearded cowboy goodness—times two.
Usually when I caught the scent of a wolf, I hid in the back until he left. Roscoe, the owner, was used to that sort of thing. Every dancer here had someone she didn’t want finding out how she paid the bills. I didn’t need word getting back to my pack about how I earned money. The guys would get all protective even though I could more than take care of myself. Human males were not a threat to a shifter.
These guys? I picked up their deep spice scent before they even sat down and adjusted my routine to crawl toward them. Yeah, a single scent that they seemed to share. I’d never known shifters with that before.
I’d never laid eyes on them in my life. I definitely would have remembered. I didn’t know who they were. And strangely, I wanted to.
My inner she-wolf had me sticking out my breasts and practically preening for them. I never got wet on stage, even though I had tons of guys practically getting off on looking at me. But these two?
I worried there was a wet spot on my g-string, and everyone would know.
It had started with their scent, but it was also their looks that made me hot. Both had beards and dark hair, one with threads of gray in it. One appeared at least fifteen years older than I. The other I pegged to be mid-to-late-thirties. Yes, I had a thing for older, powerful males. They wore jeans and snug long-sleeved shirts. They weren’t local because I’d have met them. Cooper Valley and the shifter world was that small. But they screamed cowboy, screamed small town, nonetheless. If I had to guess their profession, I’d say lumberjack based on their beards. Or maybe they were rodeo champs like Boyd Wolf. They were that big.
Brawny.
Virile.
And the older one with a dash of silver in his dark beard just said I was a bad girl.
I was. I so was. I gave them a nod, which had my hair sliding over my shoulder, the long strands brushing my exposed nipple.
It was less about the money and more about following my instinct when I accepted their offer. Or had it been a demand?
They seemed bossy, like most male wolves I knew.
Usually it annoyed the shit out of me, but with these two? Nope. I’d let them boss me around. Scold me. Master and guide me. Do all the dirty things I fantasized about every time I picked the naughty school-girl or French maid costume to dance in. I’d never imagined having two growly wolves in charge of me, though.
“Fifty bucks a piece gets you a private in the VIP room.” I lifted my gaze toward the back hallway, the roped off area for big spenders.
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.”
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.
“Naughty little she-wolf. Showing what belongs to us to all those humans out there.”
I bucked under his hand, lifting my ass to meet it. Every crack fell sharp and satisfying. I was a shifter, so pain was transient. It hurt, but in a good way. A wonderful, hot, smarting way.
I writhed over their laps in ecstasy as Ben reached for one of my nipples so he could pinch and squeeze it.
I moaned. Two sets of hands on me at the same time. Not gentle, but telling me without words how things would be with them.
Gibson stopped spanking me long enough to slide his fingers into my heat. I hollowed my back, pushing my ass up to take him deeper. I was so wet those digits slid right in. My body wasn’t my own—I’d never felt my lady parts that way—so swollen and slick, dripping with juices. I’d never heard the wanton sounds come from my mouth. The two men continued to work me, Ben giving my breasts more attention than they’d ever received while Gibson alternately spanked and fingered me.
Maybe it was their technique. Maybe it was just their scent calling to my inner wolf. Either way, it didn’t take me long before I hurtled into my second orgasm, and this one was far more satisfying. My pussy clenched around Gibson’s fingers, squeezing and pulsing as his thumb found my back pucker and massaged it. I bucked on his lap, alternately rocking to take him deeper and pushing my ass up to experience the new anal stimulation. If there were two of them, that meant that one of them would—
Waves of pleasure rolled through me, each one stronger than the last. Sparks danced before my eyes. I’d never come like that before, and their dicks were still in their pants.
As it ebbed, reality came pouring in. These two strangers were my mates. They were here to claim me. I started clawing to get off them again, terrified at the pleasure they’d wrung from me. If they could make me lose myself like that from just a little play, then I was in big trouble. I was screwed.
Because I knew I was going to end up leaving with these guys, not just leaving Hoedown, but leaving Cooper Valley. And I couldn’t.
I absolutely couldn’t.
There was a reason I was showing my rack off at the strip club in the next town down the highway, and my leaving Montana wouldn’t make it go away.
It would make it worse.
3
GIBSON
“That’s it, baby.” Ben praised our mate, massaging the back of her head to calm her.
She was skittish as hell, and that bothered me. We’d come on too strong.
The aggression produced by seeing our unclaimed mate half naked in front of a room full of men had made us too possessive. Too demanding.
I’d dreamed of finding my mate all my life. I’d given up in the past few years, but when Ben had said he thought he might have found her but never met her… fuck, had I been skeptical. Doubtful enough that I’d waited months to find out for sure. Ben had gone off on a job for the Shifter Council. I’d been kept busy as Two Marks alpha. When Ben had returned, as sure as ever that our mate might be in Cooper Valley, Montana, we hadn’t waited a second longer.
As soon as we found her scent at the gas station, I knew just as strongly as Ben. It was hers. Our mate’s. We’d had to follow it… straight to a fucking titty bar. To a she-wolf who was sharing the sight of her body with anyone pulling off the highway and coming in for a look. The only males who should be getting off at the sight of her were her mates. Me and Ben.
That’s why her ass was a pretty shade of pink. That’s why we made her come across our laps. We’d mete out punishment and pleasure in equal measure. If her choice of a performance outfit was any indication, she was looking for someone to take her in hand. Lucky for her, she’d have two someones to do just that.
While I was certain Shelby recognized us as her mates, she was pretty damn far from accepting that fact. We hadn’t expected to find our mate in a strip club. I figured she felt the exact same way.
In fact, I was certain she was still thinking about bolting. Oh, we’d get the hell out of here—but together. I glanced at Ben, who nodded his agreement. We helped her so she stood between us, her little white panties taut around her thighs. My dick dripped pre-cum at the sight. The scent of her arousal was heady and potent, and it coated my fingers. My wolf wanted me to tug open my pants, spin her about and fuck her right down onto me. Here. Now.
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.
And that thought got my bare pussy wet. Wetter.
Gibson’s nostrils flared.
“Yeah,” I managed to say, sounding slightly out of breath. “They’re safe.”
Roscoe didn’t look convinced, so I flashed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I’ll just get my stuff.”
“You bail, I’m not fucking paying you for tonight’s shift,” Roscoe snapped.
“Don’t talk to her that—” Ben began, but Gibson cut in. “Not a problem.”
Not a problem for him. I doubted he had bills he couldn't pay. I needed the cash, but I also didn’t think they were going to let me get back up on the stage without a bar brawl.
“I’ll go clean out my locker,” I said quickly, escaping to the ladies’ room which also served as a very lame dressing area for the dancers at Hoedown.
I didn’t bother to change my clothes, not caring to examine if it was because I didn’t want to put on a new pair of panties after my oh-so-dominant new mate had stripped off the last ones and commanded I remain bare. I couldn’t help it if surrender was in my nature. I grabbed my purse and clothing bag from my locker and met Ben and Gibson at the door.
Gibson took my hand in his large one and tugged me outside. There, he turned me to face him, set his hands gently on my shoulders. “Don’t be scared, kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.”
I didn’t answer. I was sure he believed that, but good care could be interpreted in many different ways. What if we had different definitions? My father hadn’t taken good care of my mother. When I was little, she’d been a stay-at-home mom. Hadn’t thought she would need a career outside the home. Then boom! One day, when I was a teenager, he just up and left. She’d been scrambling ever since.
She’d quickly gotten underwater on her mortgage and racked up credit card bills while trying to find a job that paid more than minimum wage. At sixteen, I’d gotten an after-school job and worked—helping her pay the bills—ever since. College had never been an option. At a certain point, I’d realized living with her wasn’t healthy, and I’d moved out, but she still relied on me with her mortgage and other surprise bills. My wages as a ski instructor and rafting guide and the money from my little juice bar stand barely paid my own rent, which was how I ended up at Hoedown. The cash was good, and the hours didn’t conflict with my other work.
“Listen.” He cupped my face and ran his thumb across my cheek.
I didn’t mean to, but my body automatically responded to his touch, and I leaned into his hand. My gaze met his in the pink glow of the neon sign.
“I feel you trembling, kitten,” he murmured. His voice was deep but the tone soft. “I know you’re not sure about us. But you do believe you’re safe, right?”
That question again. I closed my eyes. My she-wolf certainly felt safe. Hell, my she-wolf also felt horny, so maybe she wasn’t the best judge. Did I think I was safe?
When I opened my eyes again, I found him watching me so intently it made a shiver run through my body. “Yes.”
“Good.” He nodded.
“Ben will drive your car. You ride with him and give him directions, okay?” He waited for my response. He was alpha, I was sure of it, but he paid attention to my emotions.
I drew a long breath and exhaled. "I… Are you going to claim me?" I met his gaze and willed my legs to stop wobbling. I’d wanted to be claimed my entire life, but now that it was imminent, I was scared. I felt too much too fast.
Their claiming bite—bites?—would forever embed their scent in my skin. Mark me as theirs. Once bitten, there'd be no going back. I had no idea how it even worked with two males.
"Not without your consent." He glanced at Ben, who moved to stand beside us. He nodded.
"Promise?" I don't know why I wanted to delay the inevitable. Why I fought against fate. Maybe it was just to believe I still held some control over my future. My wolf might trust them, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know them. The way my dad bolted, could I ever trust a man even after being claimed?
"You have my word as pack alpha," Gibson vowed.
"You have my word as your mate and a council enforcer," Ben swore.
Alpha. Council enforcer. Holy crap. When my she-wolf picked mates, she found mates.
I licked my lips and both of them tracked the movement, their eyes changing color. A blast of lust rocked through me. I glanced down. Judging by the tents in their pants, we all felt it.
"Let's go," Ben said, taking my elbow. “Where’s your car?”
I still wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but there was no turning back now. Even if I wanted to send them away, they’d never budge. Not without taking me with them. Taking them to my place was the best case scenario. Especially since I’d be back in pack territory.
If only I could convince them to stay in Cooper Valley.
But I already knew that was impossible. Gibson was an alpha. An alpha. He had a Wyoming pack to lead… for his lifetime. He couldn’t run off to Montana to play house. No male gave up his pack for a female.
Not even when she was his one true mate.
5
BEN
"I need to taste her," I practically growled, licking my lips.
Gibson and I had shared women before, but this time I found it harder to defer to him as alpha. Riding back with the scent of our beautiful mate's arousal drenching the truck had me harder than stone and nearly out of my mind with the need to claim her. Especially with her wearing the plaid skirt that was so tiny it didn’t even cover her ass in her car. Which meant her bare pussy was pressed against the seat getting it all nice and wet. With the way her skimpy blouse was open from neck to navel so I could see the inside swell of her breast, it was any wonder I hadn’t driven us into a ditch before I pulled up in front of her little house on pack land.
Gibson rotated her to face me where she stood inside her place. The space was so small—it was a living room, dining room and kitchen all in one. He reached around to slowly slide her blouse off her shoulders. "Is that okay, little wolf?" He cupped both her bare breasts and thumbed over her nipples.
"Yes." Her voice was throaty, choked with the same desire we felt, as she let her head fall back. It had me busting out of my jeans.
Gibson slid down the zipper on her skirt, and the tiny garment fluttered to the floor to join the top.
I knew my eyes changed color by the sharpening of my vision. Our mate stood naked before us in just sexy knee highs and the school-girl heels. Fuck, was she stunning.
"We’ll never let another male see what's ours," I croaked, possessiveness closing my throat. I set my hat on a table and peeled off my shirt. Advanced.
I noticed she didn't agree, even bit her lip to keep the words in, which had my wolf howling.
Gib picked that up, too. He continued to work her nipples, but he leaned down and put his mouth near her ear. "We'll provide for you now. You won't ever have to earn money that way again."
She lifted her chin and straightened her spine which made her breasts fill Gib’s palms. "Maybe I like dancing."
His eyes changed to amber. "No more stripping." I didn't think he meant to, but he put alpha command in the words.
Shelby's knees buckled, and even my body went weak with submission. I froze in place.
Before her knees hit the floor, Gibson swept her up into his arms and carried her to the no-nonsense futon. "I'm sorry, kitten. I do want you on your knees, but I want you there willingly. Tell us you won't fucking strip anymore, so we don’t have to go back there and burn the place down. Gouge out the eyes of every asshole who ever saw you."
Gibson settled with Shelby on his lap. He pulled her back, so she leaned against his chest, her knees straddling his thighs, facing outward. He captured her wrists and raised them behind his head, pushing her breasts up and out for me to savor. “Keep your hands here, sweet mate, or you'll get another spanking, understand?"
He pinched her upturned nipple to show her exactly how hard it might be to follow his instructions.
She gasped but didn’t move. Just looking at her sprawled across his lap was hot as hell. I opened the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper to give my dick some room.
Gib nodded then widened his knees, which opened her up for me. I settled between her legs and palmed her silky thighs, holding her just where I wanted.
Fuck. Her pussy was bare and pink and glistening. She had plump folds that didn’t hide her clit—it was right there, all hard and eager.
I didn’t wait a second longer. I lowered my head and licked into her. She gasped and jerked in my hold as I said, "Answer your alpha."
My mouth and chin were coated just from that one swipe of my tongue. Her juices ran like nectar. Gibson's alpha command had only made her wetter. Her eyes glowed amber, and her body was still slack with surrender. I wasn't sure she'd even understood me.
Gibson pinched one of her nipples. "Kitten, I need your answer."
“Yes, Alpha.” Her voice was honey-thick.
I wasn’t sure she even knew what she was agreeing to, but it would have to do for now. We could revisit her former profession later, after we taught her to trust us. I slid my hands under her ass to hold her still as I feasted on her pussy.
I gave it a little spank. That made her sex drip with fresh nectar, and I lapped it up like a starved man.
Nothing had ever tasted so good. Her tang drove me wild. I thrashed her with my tongue, sucked and nipped her outer lips, penetrated her. Then I lifted her hips higher to rim her while Gibson’s hand slid from her breast down the center of her body to work her clit.
Her moans filled the small room. Her legs lifted and kicked around my ears. I raised my head to take a moment to see exactly what our touch did to her.
Gib spanked her pussy with several short, light slaps, and I shifted to work my slick thumb in her ass. Since males from our pack claimed their mates together, a claiming ideally occurred when she took both at the same time. One of us would be in Shelby’s ass, the other in her pussy as we bit her and gave her two marks. As we made her come until she screamed herself hoarse and passed out from the intensity of it. Mating two shifters was potent.
“Oh fates! Oh-oh-oh!” she screamed. Writhed. Sweat bloomed across her silky skin.
“This is what it’ll be like when we claim you. Me in your ass, Gib in your pussy.”
To match words to action, Gib sank three fingers in her pussy as she came for us, beautiful in her abandon. She clenched hard around my thumb, surrendering to the pleasure and her mates. She collapsed like a rag doll against his chest, her arms still loosely dangling from his neck.
“Good girl,” Gibson praised.
I slipped my thumb from her, sat back on my heels and just stared. I’d probably do it for the rest of my life, amazed she was ours. She was so fucking responsive. We knew she’d be into ass play, into us taking her completely… and together. It was in her DNA. Fate wouldn’t put us together otherwise. But the submissive schoolgirl thing? That was just icing on the cake.
“Mmm.” She watched me with heavy lids. The color of her irises gradually changed back to their unusual shade of cinnamon. “Do you have condoms?” she asked as she licked her dry lips.
Something stiffened under my ribs. Wolves didn’t get STDs, so her request for condoms meant she wasn’t willing to have our pups. But it came back to trust and acceptance. She wasn’t there yet, and I needed to remember that, no matter how sure we were that she was ours. Males were more certain of their mate’s scent than females. We knew she was ours, which meant it was our job to prove we were worthy of the job. To show her. And if that meant filling a condom instead of her pussy the first time we got inside her, so be it.
Gib dug out his wallet from his pocket and held it up as a yes. Energy returning to her body, she turned to face him, unbuttoning his jeans as she knelt before him.
I moved out of her way because… fuck, our mate wasn’t shy.
Gib’s eyes flashed yellow as he practically flung his wallet at me to retrieve a condom. He groaned when she released his sizable erection. I found the condom and ripped open the foil, then freed my own manhood and wrapped up. Shelby offered me her ass as she lowered to her elbows between Gib’s legs and slid those pouty lips over his mushroom head.
Fuck.
“Fuck!” Gib cursed. His excitement and loss of control spurred my own, but I still remembered to ask for consent.
“You want me to fuck you, kitten?”
She wiggled her hips then popped off Gib long enough to look over her shoulder at me, tossing her hair. “Mmm hmm.”
She wasn’t inhibited or tame. Not that I figured she would be after that show up on stage at Hoedown. She was just sweet and submissive. Perfect. And ours.
Gib grabbed her head and gently guided her back to his ready cock.
“Your mates are going to fuck you so hard, you’ll beg to be claimed, kitten,” I promised, dragging the tip of my sheathed cock through her juices I could still taste on my tongue.
She made a muffled sound of agreement, her mouth stuffed with Gib’s cock.
“That’s right, baby, take me deep,” he encouraged, setting his hand on her neck.
Before I knew what I was doing, I’d impaled her, all the way to the hilt. She choked a little on Gib’s cock before he braced her shoulders for me. I gripped her hips for added stability and eased back to slam in once more.
Heaven.
There was no other word to describe the rightness of being inside my mate. Hot, tight, wet. And she was taking both of us. She was right there with us.
Our fucking mate. Fucking our mate.
“Kitten,” I muttered. “You feel so good.” I forced myself to slow my breathing, to keep my strokes gentle, but I wanted to pound her into oblivion.
She bobbed faster and with more enthusiasm over Gib, as if my pleasure transferred directly to her.
He wound her hair up around his fist, using it to guide her head over his thick length. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good to me, too.” His voice was pure gravel.
Shelby’s pussy dripped with her pleasure. I bumped up my pace, letting my loins slap into her perfect ass. Every inhale brought more of her intoxicating scent. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to fuck her all night long, but my balls were already drawn up tight, blue from the need to release. I’d been waiting to get in her since I first caught her scent months ago.
Shelby took hold of the base of Gib’s cock with both hands, twisting them opposite each other as she continued to suck hard, her cheeks hollowed out while he controlled her head, pushing her up and down over his cock.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “Don’t claim her,” he reminded me just before I lost control, jackhammering our sweet mate with a fast, hard pounding. “I’m coming,” he warned Shelby, but she didn’t pop off.
I watched as he came, his alpha pleasure suffusing all of us with delirium.
I meant to wait for Shelby to swallow and finish him off, but I couldn’t. A shudder ran through me as lightning struck the base of my spine. My thighs tightened even more, and then I roared, burying myself deep inside her and coming like my life depended on it.
This was the most intense, most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. My need to claim was so strong, it was almost impossible to resist.
“Don’t.” Gib’s command made me turn my head away, rear my torso back to keep my descended canines from sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
Not marking her was harder than I’d imagined, but I got it under control, breathed until my vision returned, the entire time still moving inside her because she was coming now, too, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around my cock. Milking the last cum from my balls.
“Thank you, beautiful,” Gib rumbled, stroking her hair when she popped off.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle from his fingers. “Thank you for your restraint.”
Her voice was pure sweetness, and it entered my ears like a second intoxicant. The first being her scent.
I dragged in another breath and eased out of her. I was still hard. I doubted I’d go down anytime soon. Once wasn’t enough. No fucking way. It was a taste, an idea of how it could be between the three of us. “That was incredible.”
Gib slid down in the futon and lifted her up and onto his lap. She went willingly, her thick mane of dark blonde hair falling in silky strands across his chest.
I felt no jealousy over him holding her. Mating pairs from our lineage never did, or so I’d been promised. It was strange in a species so territorial and possessive of females that nature and fate combined to make this rare twist. Fate’s joke, perhaps.
I took the time while he held her, to watch her settle, to take off her shoes and knee highs, then I went to the kitchen to ditch the condom and get a large glass of water for our mate. When I came back, I sat beside them. “I need to know at least five hundred things about you, kitten, before we fall asleep.”
6
SHELBY
“Who said anything about sleep?” I lifted my head and grinned at Ben, who handed me a glass of water.
His eyes crinkled.
I’d had sex before with a few shifters after full moon runs or during mating games, just to let off steam. It felt good and wasn’t weird because we knew the score. Unlike humans who bonded to partners emotionally instead of through their pheromones, friends with benefits worked flawlessly with shifters.
But nothing—nothing—compared to what I’d just experienced. It wasn’t just the dual male action, and that was something I’d never even considered before. It was definitely because they were my mates. I swore, it was like my body sang the entire time they touched me. Vibrated at a different frequency. Exploded into smithereens and then came back in a totally new form during orgasm. It was insane. Intense. Powerful. Yet… simple.
Shifters were used to being naked. Used to others seeing them that way. After shifting back after a run, everyone was bare. That was why it wasn’t hard for me to strip. I was used to taking my clothes off in front of others.
Being bare physically was one thing, but I had a feeling these two would see things I wasn’t ready to show. Or feel. Or share.
The fact that they’d run with my little schoolgirl outfit and spanked me had me feeling raw and tender. I liked it way too much. The fact that they kept calling me a good girl made me loose-jointed and swoony. Utterly submissive.
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 West Springs 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.
It also made my pussy clench. I didn’t have this reaction to Rob when he issued alpha orders. Nope. He and all the other guys in the pack were like brothers to me. My reaction was specific to this particular alpha. The one who I seemed to enjoy being the boss of me. My new mate. One of two.
Ben slid his hand up my thigh to cup my bare mons. “She gushes nectar every time you do that,” he observed to Gibson.
Gibson growled, pleased. “Don’t worry, kitten, we’ll give you another reward soon.” He squeezed one of my breasts and pinched my nipple. “After we learn all your secrets.”
“But—”
“Was that your only job?” Ben asked, cutting me off.
I shook my head. “I’m a ski instructor in the winter and raft guide in the summer. And I have a juice stand I run at the local farmer’s markets and events.”
Gibson smiled. “You like being outdoors. I can’t fucking wait to run with you.” He meant as wolves, of course. “What color?”
“Tan.” I held up a lock of my honey-colored hair to show him what my wolf looked like. “Similar to this.”
“Show me.”
I didn’t even know if he put command in the words, but my body literally transformed before the thought made it to my brain. One minute I was naked between them in human form, the next my she-wolf was on her back, showing her belly to her new alpha.
“Oh fuck, she’s gorgeous,” Ben rumbled, rubbing my belly as Gibson stroked my ears and face.
