Page 8 of Tamed Wolf

“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.”

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