Page 2 of Tamed Wolf

I nod, still unable to speak.

My hands feel clammy, and my wolf is pacing like mad inside of me, telling me these men were picked by the goddess. I run my hands down my thighs, trying to discreetly dry them off, but of course they notice.

Trevor gently picks up one of my hands, bringing it closer to him so he can hold it up to his mouth and kiss it.

If I wasn’t panicking before, I am now. His mouth just touched me. “We gave you our names, do we get to know yours?”

“I’m Lark. I’ve never seen you guys in here before; why are you here?”

I chastise myself when I realize how rude that sounded, but I’m so outside of myself I can barely function.

Trevor’s eyes narrow a bit and then straighten out and his mouth tilts up in a smirk. “We had some business nearby and wanted to grab a coffee to take with us. Didn’t think we’d be walking in to hear the voice of an angel.”

Great. Now I’m blushing like an idiot. They probably just think I’m a stupid kid. “My voice isn’t that great. It’s lucky that you decided to come here. Otherwise, who knows when we would have run into each other?”

“Indeed,” Ivan drawls, pulling out his phone. “How old are you, Lark?”

“S-sixteen,” I stutter.

“Here’s the deal, sweetheart,” Trevor says as he tilts my chin towards him. “You’ve got some growing to do,” and I can’t help but notice his eyes dip down to my underdeveloped chest as he says this, making me feel self-conscious. “So we’re going to have to take this a little slower than we’d like. Can you handle that, sweetheart?”

“You’re my m-mates. Of course I can wait. I have to finish high school anyway.”

“Good girl,” Ivan says in a deep tone that sends a shiver down my spine. “Do you drive? Can we bring you home or something so we can have a few moments with you and introduce ourselves to your family?”

“Oh, wow. This is happening, isn’t it?”

Trevor’s hand lands on my thigh, making me all tingly. “You’re pretty lucky to have us, Lark. You know that, right? We’re going to be able to look out for you and help you become the woman you were meant to be. Bet none of your friends have anyone batting for them like that.”

“That’s true,” I say with a smile and a drunk sounding giggle. “I only know one other person that has met their mate so far, and she’s always bragging about how hot he is because he’s a senior.”

Ivan scoots out of the booth and offers me a hand while Trevor grabs my bag for me, trashing the coffee I stopped drinking.

“Are you okay, miss? Do you need help?”

I blink at the woman suddenly in front of me and notice her concern for the two men standing really close to me, looking kind of scary. Scary if you aren’t me, anyway. “Oh, no, I’m fine. Thank you, I know these gentlemen. Good friends of the family. Thank you for checking.”

She doesn’t look sure, but Trevor pushes past her with a grunt, grabbing my arm as he does. I send a wave back to her as I’m brought outside, where the air is fresher, and my mind clears a bit.

They walk to the darker side of the building where there are less people and a bunch of cars parked, and a few trees rooted nearby. “Sorry if she made you uncomfortable,” Trevor says as he tucks my hair away from my face. “A lot of people won’t understand us, but as long as you know how we feel for you, that’s all that matters.”

I feel that dopey grin spread on my face again. Oh my gods, is he going to kiss me?

Trevor drops my bag to the ground and lifts me up, tucking my ankles behind his back as he presses my back to the cold and scratchy brick wall. “Is this okay?”

I nod, feeling like a grown up.

“You going to give us a taste of what’s ours?”

I nod once more, relegated to silence from his close proximity.

When his mouth presses to mine, I can taste a faint hint of tobacco and the coffee he must have drunk already, and he presses so forcefully against my mouth that it’s hard to keep up with him. By the time he pulls away, his eyes are dilated and he’s breathing hard, and my lips feel puffy. I press my fingers to them, tracing the new shape as something hard pulses against my bottom.

Oh my gods, is that his penis? They getthathard? “Is that uncomfortable?”

I hang my head in shame as I rest my forehead against him, trying to hide. Me and my stupid mouth.

He laughs, shaking me with him. “You like the way that feels? Someday you’ll let us claim you and you’ll get very acquainted with it.”

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