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The anger in me simmered as my wolf surged forward, filling me with a very different feeling.

When Scarlet didn’t say anything for a moment, Darrel prompted, “Yeah?” His voice was a low growl, and I couldn’t help but notice his dark blue eyes beginning to glow. “You wanted to tell us something?”

She squirmed, rubbing her knees together. Raking in a long breath, she whispered, “Okay, yeah. Ever since this one time when Mack and I snuck under the bleachers at our high school to make out, and we were so close to getting caught, I’ve had this fantasy. It got even more detailed when I climbed up on Darrel and made out with him naked in public.”

As she spoke, the scent of her arousal thickened, calling to my wolf until I found myself leaning toward her. Absently, as if even she didn’t know she was doing it, Scarlet’s hand slipped between her thighs, not quite touching herself but close. “I guess I’ve always had a forbidden fantasy of being watched by strangers. But I know how wrong that is, and I can’t really think of a circumstance in which it’s okay to have public sex.”

“Except this one,” Darrel whispered in that same husky voice. “You don’t feel like you’re being forced to do this?”

Her breath stuttered. “It feels safer to say I’m doing it to protect my pack and my sister, but the truth is, I’d want to do it regardless.”

We all sat there, watching her slide her hand up to cup herself while biting her lip.

Fuck.

Seeing her whole body come alive at the fantasy, I wanted to give it to her. Unfortunately, I wasn’t turned on by the idea of public sex in the slightest. Tantalizing her with the possibility of getting caught by one of my brothers was as far as I would go, but that was a very different situation. It was clear Scarlet wanted this, though, and I found my anger at the idea extinguishing.

“It might be different in the club than it is in your fantasies, Scarlet,” Darrel pointed out, his eyes still glowing. “What if you get out there, and you don’t want to do this anymore? Are you going to feel like you have to go through with it?”

She bit her lip again and shook her head. “I wouldn’t go along with anything I don’t want to do. But I’m pretty sure I’ll still want to do it.”

Mack pulled her hair from behind her back and smoothed it down over one shoulder. “Close your eyes and imagine being there.”

His voice was firm, but it didn’t tip over the edge toward commanding. Her gaze darted around to each of us, as if asking if we were okay with the enactment. I had no idea what the others were thinking at this point, but I wasn’t complaining.

Scarlet’s chest heaved as her eyes slipped closed.

Mack leaned into her ear and whispered, but I could hear every word. He described a strip club, making the scene accurate and not skating over the seedier side of the Full Moon. He detailed the other dancers and their places on the stage. All through his description, the sweet scent of her arousal thickened in the air.

From beside her, Aaron wrapped his hand around Scarlet’s wrist and guided her from over her pants to under the waistband. She didn’t need any more encouragement than his gentle guidance. Her hand buried itself in her yoga pants. She spread her legs, and her fingers rubbed under the fabric as Mack continued whispering details into her ear.

Inside my jeans, I could feel the head of my cock tingling as my shaft hardened. I tried to adjust myself, so my erection wouldn’t show, but Scarlet’s other hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast, exposing both of her round, perfect mounds.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Standing, I turned for my room before hesitating. Scarlet was my mate, and this was something she wanted. After a moment, I stepped up to the woman who’d stolen every ounce of my common sense.

“Scarlet,” I growled as I stood before her.

Her eyelids opened, gaze heavy with lust.

“I think you three made your point. Do you want to come to my room with me, and I can finish what you started?”

Without a second’s pause, she nodded, her hands slipping off her body and reaching out to me. “Take me.”

The moment I scooped her up, she molded against me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“And I’ll be in the bathroom,” Mack said, as he jumped off the couch.

“My room,” Aaron said.

I ignored them and walked toward my bedroom while staring up at my beautiful mate, knowing that she wanted to be with me in this moment. She might have plans with Aaron and Mack tonight, plans I had no intention of getting in the way of, but until then, I was showing Scarlet just how much I wanted her happiness.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mack

I stopped Lance’s van before the entrance of Cutten Steps and rolled down my window, waiting for the disembodied voice to ask me where I was heading. The van hummed, expelling fumes even while stationary. My gaze fixed on the dashboard, seeing that the vehicle had already burned through more than a gallon of gasoline.

“Do you want me to drive, Mack?” Zeezee asked from the front seat as she glared over. “I can practically hear you internally dying every time you look at the gas gage.”