Page 3 of Tamed Wolf (Rejected Mates of the Shelter #4)

Trevor, Before

I’m pacing up and down the front entryway waiting for them to get back, freaking out because I have no idea how she’s going to react to what we do. It’s not like we’ve kept it a secret from her really, but we haven’t exactly been plain and upfront about it, either.

This whole thing is just a mess. I’ve been a little bit pissed since we met her that she’s so godsdamned young, because she won’t do half the shit my wolf and I need, even if her body is what dreams are made of. It’d be impossible to ignore the way she’s been changing for us, but a lot of good it does us when she’s so against doing anything remotely physical.

Good thing we manage a strip club for our uncle then, huh? All the godsdamned women we could want as long as we keep them separate from Lark.

“There you are, I was wondering where you went to. Ivan left me the second I got him off and I need you badly. Let’s go to the lounge room and break in that new couch that just got delivered.”

I’m so fucking tempted. Unfortunately, I have to unwind Denise’s arms from my waist and push her leather bikini-clad body away from me, and she nearly undoes me with that botoxed pout.

“Don’t give me that. I have something important to do.”

“More important than fucking me? Come on, we both know I’m the best on offer tonight. You really want to pass this up? Might not bother asking you next time I’m in need.”

I growl at her and wrap my hand around her neck, pushing her into the shadows and against the wall. “You don’t get to manipulate me. I’m your fucking boss and I said I got shit to do. We clear? If you want to pop an attitude and act like you have some sort of fucking claim on me, I can replace you in a heartbeat. Hot girls that want to get paid for dancing naked are a fucking dime a dozen. There ain’t nothing special about you, sweetheart.”

I watch her face turn red and then redder still, only letting go of her when I’m sure my message has fully sunk in. “Now get the fuck out of here. I need you long gone by the time my brother gets back.”

She scampers off, nearly bowling over Lark in the process.

Fuck.

“Hey, baby.” I paste a grin on and pretend like nothing at all just happened, hoping she’ll believe it if I do.

“Um, hi, Trevor.”

Her eyes are wide as she looks around, taking in all the topless women serving drinks and the one on stage upside down on a pole with her legs split wide open. Damn.

Ivan punches me on the arm to get my attention back to who actually matters, and I get angry again that she has to see this shit. “Why the fuck did you bring her here? I thought we agreed she wasn’t cut out for this place? She’s going to freak out and run. She’s not mature enough to accept how we make the money she likes to spend.”

“When you said you guys ran a club…” Lark trails off, stepping back into Ivan. That’s when I get a view of her godsdamned neck.

I prowl towards her and tilt her chin up, looking at it up close so I can take a good measure of it. “Why’d you let him bite you, Lark? That wasn’t the plan. You kind of fucked everything up.”

She swallows hard and tips her head back to make eye contact with Ivan, likely looking for a bailout, but he’s busy scanning the room, ensuring everything is running smoothly.

“It wasn’t exactly planned. I got in a fight with mama and daddy, and he was trying to make me feel better.”

Ivan finally looks back down at her and winks, shoving her towards me with his hands on her ass like a damn offering.

“You okay?”

“She’s moving in,” Ivan says somewhat bitterly.

“That so?”

“They’re selling our house and leaving town,” Lark says quietly. She looks pretty torn up, which I just can’t handle, so I wrap my arms around her and inhale her scent, buttery caramel and maple soaking into me and making me nearly seize with how much I fucking need her.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Sounds like you had a pretty rough night.”

“He hit her again,” Ivan says, furious. Same.

I stiffen up, making him know exactly how I feel about someone else harming what’s mine.

He eyes me over her shoulder and nods, telling me he’s already taken care of it. Good enough for me.

As I calm down, I inhale another scent; Ivan is positively reeking off of her. How did it take me so long to notice? “Did you two fuck without me? Seriously?”

Lark nervously tips her head up to me as Ivan laughs boisterously, patting me on the shoulder to tell me he’s got the floor for a bit so I can get Lark ‘settled up in the office’.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she whispers against me, clutching to the sides of my shirt.

I link my hands across her lower back and kiss her, trying to reassure her. “You didn’t upset me. Just want to make sure you know that if that’s an avenue open to him, it has to be open to me too, because we’re a pack. We can’t play favorites or things are going to get messy.”

“I know,” she says on an exhale, shaking slightly. “I figured I’ve made you guys wait long enough. I’m ready.”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that.”

I sweep her up into my arms and head down the hallway that has a private staircase, nodding at our security guy we’ve got monitoring it. When we reach the top and I unlock the office, I immediately close the curtains so she won’t get distracted by the club view down below.

“It smells weird in here.”

“Some of the girls have to come in occasionally with private clients if the other places are full. Here, I’ve got some candles I can light. Give me a sec.”

Wolves hate artificial shit, so I pull out the candles we splurge on that are supposed to simply neutralize smells and are made with just a little bit of balsam fir essential oil, placing a few around the room to override whatever the fuck bullshit Ivan got into in here earlier.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. So, this is where you two mostly work?”

She starts looking around the sparse space, cataloguing the black leather couch and file drawer in the corner and the desk with our computer, and not much else. “When we have computer shit to do, yeah. But is that what you really want to talk about? When we finally get to be together?”

I prowl towards her, hunting her, feeling my wolf stretch inside of me at finally being able to get our claws on our mate. He’s been a bitch to handle since we met Lark, more of an asshole than usual. Good thing I’m a bigger one and can subdue him.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch, and I’ll rub your shoulders for you? Help get some of that tension out of you so you can relax?”

“Really? That sounds…wonderful. Thanks, Trevor.”

She smiles at me, far too trustingly, and kicks off her shoes as she climbs onto the couch. She immediately pulls out a red lace thong from the crevice, scrunching her nose. “Gross. Was someone using this earlier? Maybe we should…do this somewhere else.”

I grab them and toss them in the trash, cursing my brother mentally. Dumbass. “Sorry sweetheart, hazard of the job. I promise it gets cleaned regularly. You think you’re too good to use what we provide?”

“N-no, not at all. Sorry. I’m grateful Ivan could come get me. This is all just a little bit of a shock to me, I guess. There’s a lot of pretty women down there. Makes me feel a little lackluster in my stupid sweatshirt and tennis shoes. They’re probably wondering what the heck you’re doing up here with a kid.”

I fall to my knees in front of her, daring to grab two handfuls of her breasts. “Do these grow on kids? Lark, you’re a woman. And we have to have attractive women around, it’s how we make our money. People spend more money when there are pretty women to bring them drinks and entertain them. You’re our mate though, so you don’t have to worry about them. You’ll always get special treatment.”

Fuck, she’s got great tits.

“I know, I don’t mean to sound whiny. I know you guys like your job, and you’ve done a really good job of providing for me. I’m more grateful than you know.”

“Care to try and show me?” I ask with a sly smile.

She smiles right back, nervously, but still pulls her sweater and top off, bra too, leaving me with a face full of plump pink nipples and tits I can sink my face between and smother myself with.

So I do.

I moan as all that soft flesh melts around me, the warmth of her seeping into me and making it so much better. Real tits are always so much more fun to play with, they squeeze better. “Perfect, sweetheart.”

I pull a nipple into my mouth and get lost, taking my time so I can distract her while I slip a hand in her pants at long last, getting my fingers wet so I can make sure she’s good to go for me. Not about to fucking chafe when my wet dream is about to come true. “You want my bite?”

“P-please. Want a matched set. The bond feels weird with just me and Ivan.”

I push her back and finish getting her naked, admiring the curves she’s been blooming. “Can’t wait to sink into these thighs, Lark. I’m sorry how your night started, but I’m not sorry about how it’s ending.”

I get myself prepped and kneel on the couch, salivating at the view of her. “Going to make this good for you, Lark. Got to show you everything you get by being our mate.”

The first thrust is heaven, the second fucking nirvana, and by the third I’m already fighting off my orgasm. She’s just too godsdamned pretty; it’s almost a fucking problem. “Rub yourself for me, sweetheart, make yourself feel good. You see how good your body’s taking me? Fuck, Lark. This cunt is perfection.”

She’s mostly quiet, which I don’t mind, so I close my eyes and get lost in her body, only opening them when I can’t hold it off anymore. Her face is slightly pinched but nothing else matters when my spine starts burning with how intense my release hits me, my wolf snarling through all my barriers when I’m most vulnerable, ready to claim his mate.

I bite right into the fleshy part of her leg above her knee, feeling that bond snap into place. It is weird and will take some getting used to, but it’s also kind of cool, I guess.

I wipe a few tears out of Lark’s eye as I pull out of her, smirking that I made it so good for her she was shedding tears. Bet I gave it to her better than Ivan did, that fucker.

“Can I get you a soda or something while you wait for us to finish working? We’ve got pillows and blankets in that cabinet over there because sometimes we end up too drunk by the end of our shift to get home,” I say with a laugh, buttoning my pants back up.

“Um, just some water, maybe. Where’s the restroom at? I think I want to…clean up a little.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. There are some body wipes in that cabinet as well, but if you walk out this door and turn right there’s a private bathroom there. Code is 1549. There’s water in the mini fridge next to the cabinet, but you have your phone, right? You can text if you need anything else. Should just be a few more hours before we can head out.”

“Um, okay.” She stands and sort of waddles over to the cabinet to get body wipes while I enjoy the view, reaching for the cigarettes I’ve always got in my back pocket. I light one up and inhale it, loving the rush of nicotine.

“Is there any way you could just get my backpack? I’m not sure what Ivan did with it, and I have some assignments for school I was going to work on. Or I could get it if you tell me where to go.”

“I’ll take care of it. I don’t want you to leave this office unless one of us is with you, okay? Our girls are pretty, but they’re mean if they think they’ve got competition. I don’t want you to get involved with them. Just relax, sweetheart. I’ll order some food for you to snack on. Oh shit, I said I’d rub your shoulders for you, didn’t I?” I bite my lip and eye the doorway, hoping she backs out.

“Oh, um, that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy, right? Maybe I could get a rain check?”

“You’re too good for me, babe. Whatever you want.” I head out of the room, whistling, and step outside to finish smoking my cigarette before getting everything my girl needs. I know it’s going to be more than a few hours, but maybe she’ll fall asleep on that couch and not notice.

My dick is so damned happy I might even offer to stay late and close because I’m in a really damn good mood.