Page 65 of Tamed Wolf

“Whatever you want to,” I tell her. “You could keep it as a business if you wanted to. Dad has awarded it to you fair and square after your exes held you to employment there for so long under a false contract.

“Or I could sell it,” she says thinking.

“O you could sell it,” Blake agrees.

“What about Camden? Shouldn’t he inherit it? It's a family business."

“Here’s the thing about that,” I start to explain as I pull another sheet from my back pocket. “The paperwork that entitled Ivan to the club in the first place had stipulations that he didn't meet.”

She looks so confused, which just proves her exes kept her so in the dark, power hungry to control everything they could when it came to her. “What do you mean he didn't meet them? He had custody of Camden. Wasn’t that what enabled them to inherit from their uncle or whoever?”

“Yes, but if they would have been slightly more careful with their legal documents, they would have realized that there were other things they had to do to maintain ownership of the club once it was formally given it to them.” I pass the paper over to her and she reaches for it, poring it over immediately.

“Wait, is this real? You guys didn't fabricate this?”

“Nope,” Brooks tells her as he comes back with a clean baby. “If they couldn't stay above the law, then the ownership of the club automatically passes to their goddess blessed mate. Since it doesn't stipulate that rejection would cancel any such claim, the pack lawyers, in light of everything that's happened between you and your exes, have deemed that you are the rightful owner. Forcing you into a contract that had so many holes in it, threatening you for custody, drugging you, abusing you…they 100% brought this on themselves.”

The glee shining through Lark’s eyes as she thinks of possibilities is exactly what I was hoping for when we got these papers back. “Would it be really fucking awful if I called up Trevor's biggest competitor and offered the club to him for pennies? He’s been sniffing around for years, offering Trevor money for the club so he can expand his own brand and eliminate competition, and Trevor fucking hates him.”

“Not awful,” I start, “but you can do better than pennies. Give him a deal if you’d like to spite Trevor, but their business is worth something and I’d hate to see you shortchange yourself just to make a point.”

She starts chewing on her lip, running through things in her head. “Do we need the money? We haven't talked about finances yet.”

I shake my head firmly. “Lark, any money that would come from selling that place is purely for you. For whatever you want to do with it. Our pack has everything it needs to care for you, Rowan, and anybody else we find ourselves in custody of. If you want to invest this money, or use it for an education,” she makes the face of this, “or not. The point is you can get a good amount of money if you’re serious about selling it. As much as I hate to admit it, it is a successful business and I’m sure somebody would scoop it up in a heartbeat if the price was right.”

“Could I give the money to the shelter?” she asks quietly. “They did everything for me. It would be kind of incredible, I think, to be able to give back. To maybe buy new beds and blankets for the women there, little pieces of comfort maybe.”

I knew she was too good for us. “If that's what you want to do, Lark, we will support you 100%. It would be pretty poetic justice to take the money and use it for that purpose.”

“I don't have use for the money,” she says. “I’d feel gross to spend it on myself knowing where it came from. No, I'm going to give it to the shelter. I could do a lot of good there, I think.”

“Then that's what we'll do, you crazy, incredible woman.” I lean forward and kiss her, running my thumb over her mate mark on her neck.

“Camden's gonna be pissed,” she says with a shrug as she crawls out of bed, kisses each of us on the cheek and heads out to the kitchen. She pauses in the doorway though to look back at us. “Thank you, all of you, for doing that for me. You have no idea how much that means to me.”

???

“Really? Bending me over while I’m doing laundry?”

“Rowan just went down for his nap,” I tell her as I gently shove her over the top of the washer and slip her pants down to her ankles.

“Good call.” Her voice is immediately breathy and thin, because in the few days we’ve been mated, we’ve gotten so damn good at sneaking in quickies when we can.

It’s not always the most romantic atmosphere for a newly bonded pack when there’s a baby shitting himself left and right and throwing up milk and flinging food…damnit, my dick is getting soft.

“I’ve got you, baby. You started thinking about daddy stuff again, didn’t you?”

Then comes one of the most glorious sights in thew world; Lark sinks onto her knees in front of me and opens her mouth, touching herself while she starts to suck me down.

“GodsdamnLark. Fuck. This isn’t how I wanted this to go.”

Instead of sassing me off, she swallows me down her throat, gagging but hanging on while I lose my ever-loving mind.

I can’t help but sink my fingers into her hair, so that I can try and control anything about this situation. The thing is, Lark has discovered how powerful she feels when she's in control of things, and she's way too damn good at sucking dick.

“Lark, you're not supposed to finish me.”

Her eye is on the prize though, and she stares me down from the floor with every intention of coming out on top. I suppose I'll just have to get a little creative so I can get her off, too.

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