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My mate hopped up on the bar, smiling. Anaki made her lean her head back and poured a mouthful of tequila straight into her mouth. Some dripped down her neck and instantly my tongue swiped across my lips.

Showtime.

I took a deep breath and headed up to the bar, my club mates cheered, not by my name, just a general cheer to keep my name hidden—for now.

My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way toward the bar, my eyes never leaving my mate. She was beautiful, her laughter infectious, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me when Anaki grinned and blindfolded her.

“Let’s make it interesting,” Anaki announces. “Let’s make her blind!”

Emm let out a loud gasp, laughing, but holding the blindfold in place. “That isn’t fair!” She shook her head, but Anaki whispered in her ear it would be worth it.

“Alright, who’s ready to claim the lady for the night?“ Anaki called out, his voice laced with mischief, as a wild dragon grin crept across his face.

I stepped forward, leaning on the side of the bar next to her thick thigh. I nodded my head in confirmation to Anaki.

My eyes locked on my mate’s lips. I could feel her excitement, the trepidation, the hint of fear at losing one of her senses.

“You got it, brother,” Grim said, clapping me on the back. “Remember, bid for her.”

I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders and stepping up onto the stage. The room fell silent as I raised my hand, and I heard a murmur ripple through the crowd. I could feel their eyes on me, judging me and watching me like a hawk.

“Start the bidding at $20,” Anaki called out.

It was a low bid, but it always was. We were a low-class biker bar. I was the only one with the money, so the business helped keep food on the tables and a roof over their heads. The extra cash they earned on their own.

I sucked in another deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I was doing this. The introduction of our luna, and she didn’t even know it. I raised my hand, I didn’t even yell it across the bar. I was close enough she could hear it, and that was all who needed to know the bid.

“One grand.”

The room erupted in gasps and murmurs, and then silence. But I didn’t care. No one was going to bid against me, no one ever did bid against the other mate, but they always gave as much as they could.

Anaki broke the silence, and the rest of the bartenders banged the bottles on the table. The music started again, and Journey and Delilah laughed and squealed in Emm’s ear telling her what a catch I was.

Fuck yeah, I was a fine catch.

I stepped in front of my mate, spread her legs and placed myself between them. I put my hands on either side of her hips giving them a strong squeeze. I could feel the heat of her cunt on my stomach as I leaned in close to her ear.

Goddess, she smelled just like a Pina Colada.

“Hey, Princess, I couldn’t help but stare at those gorgeous lips all night. Now, what can those beautiful lips do?” My mouth grazed her earlobe.

Her breath hitched but without missing a beat, she replied, “Hurt your feelings, probably.”

Chapter Sixteen

Emm

It was him!

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason how I knew, but something in the air told me. Maybe it was the warmth radiating from his body, the electric sensation of his touch or even the intoxicating scent that enveloped him. His voice, husky and filled with desire, stirred a deep longing within me. In that moment, I had never felt more turned on and wanted in my entire existence.

He bid a thousand dollars on me, while the other women got a few hundred. Who was this guy? And why did he want me out of all the women here?

Journey and Delilah said this was just about the night; the bar and a consent to having him drink a shot off my body. More things could happen if I wanted to—which, hell, I wantedthem to. I was so fucking wet my skirt was getting really uncomfortable, and I worried that my deodorant just would not be enough.

I sensed the gentle tug of Journey and Delilah, their delicate touches pulling at my shoulders, urging me to lay on the bar. However, a resounding Noechoed from the male standing in front of me. I felt the weight of his thick, calloused hands as they trailed down my leg, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. The scent of his musk lingered before me as he wrapped his hand around my ankle, his fingers playfully toying with the strap of my shoe.

The crowd’s deafening roars filled the bar, the glasses clink and drinks were swiftly placed around me. Splashes of alcohol cascaded onto my legs and arms, leaving a sticky sensation. With a sudden jolt, he positioned the shoe beside my hip, prompting Anaki to release a startled yell, “Oh shit, this is completely unexpected!””