Two Marks Complete Boxed Set: Books 1 - 4

Chapter 2

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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 n****e.

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 s**t 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. “f**k 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 p***y 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 p***y clenched at their words. And actions. f**k.

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 n*****s 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 p***y 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 d***s 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.