Chapter 3
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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… f**k, 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 f*****g 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 d**k dripped pre-c*m 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 f**k her right down onto me. Here. Now.
That wasn’t happening. Not in the back room of a strip club. No f*****g way. My d**k 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 t**s 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 n*****s 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 s****l 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 f**k 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.
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