I reject the call and quickly add him to my contacts. He growls when he sees his listing as Alpha Hole. I laugh. “Well, it’s not like you gave me your name now, is it? You’re lucky to be getting my number at all.” He lets go of my wrist, and it’s odd, but I miss his grip. Who knew I had a fetish for being dominated? Because that’s all it is, right?
As I turn to go, he growls at me again. “Marcus.”
“What?”
“My name is Marcus.”
I nod and spin on my heel, heading out towards the manager to deal with the situation there. There’s a bounce in my step that hasn’t been there for a while, and I can feel the flush in my cheeks, I even swagger. Rather than a day or two, I think it will more likely be four, maybe even a week, before I need to do this again.
Using my extra energy as compulsion, I smooth things over with the manager, and I’m out of there in minutes. I wonder how Shay’s doing with her twins and I laugh. I think I did better than she did tonight. It’s time for me to head home before the wolves emerge from the back, no point in undoing what I managed to achieve. I press the fob on my keys as soon as I’m clear of the door. My car beeps a little forlornly, a bit like my heart does leaving these men. All the more reason to leave them, I can’t afford to get attached. Within minutes I’m in my car zooming home and for once I’m glad I let Shay drag me out to a nightclub.
Chapter 2
Marcus
I can tell as soon as she leaves, there’s an attraction, like a magnet, pulling me towards her. It started as a hum in the bar earlier, and it’s getting stronger the more time I spend around her. It shouldn’t, but the fact that she could withstand an alpha call from me turns me on, and her compulsion? I’ve never felt anything like it. It took everything my wolf and I could pull together to resist even an inch of it, and she said she could have used a stronger one but didn’t want to hurt the others.
My wolf shivers inside me, a tingle running from his snout to his tail and then down into his balls. He wants her, he wants to do what Toby nearly did, he wants to sink his teeth into her, leave his mark, and make sure she understands that she belongs to him. It’s totally fucked up, because we both know she’s not our mate, she couldn’t be, she’s not a wolf. I shudder again, if this is what I’m feeling, then Toby is in for hell. The bastard had a taste of her, three by his account at least. We’re going to have to chain him up, and this woman and I, we’re going to have words. Lots of words.
And then I’m going to fuck her.
Joe
She’s a goddess, and I want her with a longing I’ve never felt. When her alpha call rolled through me, my cock went rock hard and my wolf rolled us onto our backs. She wanted us to submit? We would do anything for her, endure the ultimate humiliation, humble ourselves so much she couldn’t help but be pleased with our response. Maybe she would bend over and tickle our belly, our cock. Maybe she would ride us.
But no, that fucker Marcus had to keep taking her attention. I know she saw us, saw us doing this to please her, and boy, would we like to please her. Anything to get inside of her, and then, when she was relaxed and limp against us, then we’d claim her. Fuck the others, this female was ours.
“Fuck Joe, get up off there, it’s a fucking bathroom man, it’s like a sewer in here.” Growls Matt. I roll on my side and get up awkwardly and the others laugh. “Can’t you even do a crunch to get up?” he laughs.
“Fuck off,” I growl, “My cock is so hard if I did that I’d snap the fucking thing in half.” I lift the bottom of my shirt showing the head and a good part of the shaft above the waistband of my jeans. I undo the button and heave a sigh of relief. The imprint of the back of it and the fabric around it is clear. I slide a hand in to protect myself while I edge my fly down. The individual teeth have left their own imprints. Damn, that feels so much better, even with my brothers looking on though, it’s still not going down.
“Put that shit away damnit,” says Felix, “if Toby sees you with that out while he still thinks she’s here, he’s going to rip your fucking throat out.”
“I can’t dude, I’ve never been so hard, there’s no room in my pants, it’s killing me.”
“Then go into the men’s and deal with it. We don’t need him freaking out.”
“Knock him out.” Orders Marcus, and we all look at him in surprise. “You’re all sporting boners, even I am, I don’t know about you, but my wolf is slobbering stupid for her.” He winces, his wolf obviously having something to say about that. “We’re all releasing pheromones, fuck, we’re all responding to hers. This is just a clusterfuck waiting to happen. Sock him, and we’ll pass him off as drunk. Joe, sort that fucking shit out, and maybe buy some bigger pants if they’re too small for what you’re packing. Do I have to wipe your fucking ass too?”
“Hey, it’s never been an issue before, I’ve just never been so fucking hard.
