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Authors: Mating Season Collection, Eliza Gayle
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employment off island.
There were other establishments that contributed to the welfare of the pack like the diner and motel but nothing compared to the Diablo. In recent years a few of the pack members had expressed concern about their sole source of income and initiatives had begun for other avenues of revenue. Some old school and some not. They even had a dot com style start up that some of the pups were working on getting off the ground. Whatever they did was over his head. Other than the things they did online to market Club Diablo, he didn't have much use for technology other than the cell phone he carried around to keep in touch.
Some new catcalls from the stage area again caught his attention and he turned around just in time to see Rebel removing her skirt and throwing it above her head.
His mouth went dry. Like the pasties, the thong she wore was as red as her hair and the gloss she wore on her lips.
Fuck. He wanted to bite that scrap of silk off of her and bury his face between her thighs. They'd gone out a few times after hours as friends and each time things got a little more heated than he'd planned. Hard to stay in control when she seemed as eager as him to engage in some hot fucking sex.
He closed his eyes and reached deep for some shred of sanity that would keep him in place and not stalking to the stage and throwing her over his shoulder and taking her home.
That's what was killing him. This fucking mating season. That had to be why he couldn't stop thinking of laying hands on her. She'd made it perfectly clear she didn't want him anywhere near her anymore.
Unfortunately, everything that came out of her mouth these days filled him with rage. Like her half-baked plan to serve as bait for the rogue that bit her sister. He still couldn't believe that his pack agreed with her. Or that his brothers also went along with the idea. Bastards.
As if she could hear his thoughts she turned her gaze to his on cue, giving him a look that clearly said fuck you. He clenched his jaw.
"You are a glutton for punishment." His brother Diego walked up next to him, a half smile across his face.
"You think that's funny?"
"Fuck yeah. She makes you squirm and that is a sight to behold."
Dante growled again. "You're supposed to be helping me find our rogue in the crowd not waste time giving me shit."
"I am an excellent multitasker."
It was then he noticed his brother's tight body language. To the casual observer he looked like nothing more than a man enjoying the show, but to him the subtle nuances such as the hard set of his jaw told Dante he was anything but a relaxed onlooker.
"Where's Damien?" he asked.
"Where do you think?" Diego smirked.
Dante sighed. Since turning his new mate wolf two weeks ago, they'd spent every waking moment running or fucking. He loved his brother and was happy he'd reconciled with his true mate, but this was mating season and it was driving them all a little crazier than usual it seemed.
"Any sign of our guy?"
Diego nodded his head. "Just that one dude to the right of the stage sitting in the shadows. His attention is fixated on Rebel, but he looks nervous. He fidgets a lot."
His brother had pointed out the same man he suspected, except he'd missed the nervous tics Diego easily discovered.
"We really going to do this? Just let her walk out of here unprotected?" he asked.
Diego shook his head. "She won't exactly be unprotected. Someone will have eyes on her the whole way."
"It only takes a second for this asshole to bite her or worse. Not even the fastest wolf in our pack will be able to stop that." And the thought of someone hurting her made him angry. A festering wound kind of anger that never relented.
"She's not exactly a pushover, dude."
"No match for a wolf."
Diego scoffed. "She has no problem taking you down."
"That's different." She'd grabbed his crotch and tried to neuter him. "She may not look like it on the outside, but she's vulnerable. And this is a bad
There were other establishments that contributed to the welfare of the pack like the diner and motel but nothing compared to the Diablo. In recent years a few of the pack members had expressed concern about their sole source of income and initiatives had begun for other avenues of revenue. Some old school and some not. They even had a dot com style start up that some of the pups were working on getting off the ground. Whatever they did was over his head. Other than the things they did online to market Club Diablo, he didn't have much use for technology other than the cell phone he carried around to keep in touch.
Some new catcalls from the stage area again caught his attention and he turned around just in time to see Rebel removing her skirt and throwing it above her head.
His mouth went dry. Like the pasties, the thong she wore was as red as her hair and the gloss she wore on her lips.
Fuck. He wanted to bite that scrap of silk off of her and bury his face between her thighs. They'd gone out a few times after hours as friends and each time things got a little more heated than he'd planned. Hard to stay in control when she seemed as eager as him to engage in some hot fucking sex.
He closed his eyes and reached deep for some shred of sanity that would keep him in place and not stalking to the stage and throwing her over his shoulder and taking her home.
That's what was killing him. This fucking mating season. That had to be why he couldn't stop thinking of laying hands on her. She'd made it perfectly clear she didn't want him anywhere near her anymore.
Unfortunately, everything that came out of her mouth these days filled him with rage. Like her half-baked plan to serve as bait for the rogue that bit her sister. He still couldn't believe that his pack agreed with her. Or that his brothers also went along with the idea. Bastards.
As if she could hear his thoughts she turned her gaze to his on cue, giving him a look that clearly said fuck you. He clenched his jaw.
"You are a glutton for punishment." His brother Diego walked up next to him, a half smile across his face.
"You think that's funny?"
"Fuck yeah. She makes you squirm and that is a sight to behold."
Dante growled again. "You're supposed to be helping me find our rogue in the crowd not waste time giving me shit."
"I am an excellent multitasker."
It was then he noticed his brother's tight body language. To the casual observer he looked like nothing more than a man enjoying the show, but to him the subtle nuances such as the hard set of his jaw told Dante he was anything but a relaxed onlooker.
"Where's Damien?" he asked.
"Where do you think?" Diego smirked.
Dante sighed. Since turning his new mate wolf two weeks ago, they'd spent every waking moment running or fucking. He loved his brother and was happy he'd reconciled with his true mate, but this was mating season and it was driving them all a little crazier than usual it seemed.
"Any sign of our guy?"
Diego nodded his head. "Just that one dude to the right of the stage sitting in the shadows. His attention is fixated on Rebel, but he looks nervous. He fidgets a lot."
His brother had pointed out the same man he suspected, except he'd missed the nervous tics Diego easily discovered.
"We really going to do this? Just let her walk out of here unprotected?" he asked.
Diego shook his head. "She won't exactly be unprotected. Someone will have eyes on her the whole way."
"It only takes a second for this asshole to bite her or worse. Not even the fastest wolf in our pack will be able to stop that." And the thought of someone hurting her made him angry. A festering wound kind of anger that never relented.
"She's not exactly a pushover, dude."
"No match for a wolf."
Diego scoffed. "She has no problem taking you down."
"That's different." She'd grabbed his crotch and tried to neuter him. "She may not look like it on the outside, but she's vulnerable. And this is a bad
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