Free Wicked: Devils Point Wolves #2 (Mating Season Collection) by Mating Season Collection, Eliza Gayle Page A

whatever it took to make his new mate happy.
    Pussy.
    The thought of Damien convincing Rebel to do anything made Dante laugh. He couldn't imagine her welcoming any interference from his brother. She was still pissed at all of them. Two weeks back she'd walked into a fight between he and Damien that had resulted in him going wolf and scaring the hell out of her.
    Not exactly how he'd wanted her to find out.
    Rebel peeled her leather vest off and revealed generous breasts that were now bare except for the red pasties covering her nipples. His mouth watered. Rebel wasn't like most humans when it came to her body. She wasn't afraid to reveal it in any way and she seemed to revel in showing it off. Although when he asked her about it she said it was all about the money.
    Club Diablo paid their dancers very well. As the main business that brought income to the island, it was important to them all to make sure the guests who came in were treated extremely well. By paying the dancers over the norm they not only got the best talent, they didn't have a lot of turnover, which suited them perfectly. Although it wasn't easy to find strippers that appealed to shifters. They were aggressive and interested in women who were not stick thin. It took a little meat on the bones to handle sex with a wolf.
    So they paid extra to find them.
    Living on an island might make their pack feel isolated, in reality they weren't. They were surrounded on three sides by a peninsula with a variety of small towns from tiny to average. And with Tacoma so close, Washington didn't feel quite as big as it used to. In fact, with a hunter possibly wandering their lands and a rogue loose at the same time, the real world encroached far more than was comfortable.
    Dante scanned the faces in the crowd watching Rebel's performance, looking for a hint of either the hunter or the rogue. All they had to go on was a description of the rogue in wolf form and the scent of the hunter that had more to do with their weapons than the actual person. His pack hated guns and their scent that permeated everything.
    He stilled on one quickly becoming familiar face. He didn't know the man but he recognized him as a repeat customer. Dante took a slow deep breath and filtered through the scents of the room. Not an easy feat with this many people this close and in an aroused state.
    Above it all he scented Rebel though. A heady fragrance of jasmine from the lotion she kept in her purse and reapplied often, to the light sheen of sweat that made her body glisten under the lights. She was up on the pole now working it with the strong muscles of her inner thighs. He could easily imagine those long legs of hers wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. He ground his teeth to force down the growl that threatened. Watching her was easy enough, but knowing what went through the minds of the other men as they watched her wasn't. They wanted to fuck her too.
    Dante sighed. This is why he and his brothers did not get involved with the dancers if they could help it. Mixing business with pleasure led to disastrous results. His brother, Diego had learned that the hard way when a human dancer wormed her way under his skin and then...
    A sharp scent filtered through his scents and Dante jerked his head in the direction. A strong odor of metal. It disappeared as quickly as he scented it. He searched the room for the source. Was the hunter right here under his own nose? He growled, not bothering to hide it. A few of the shifter customers turned their heads and looked.
    Either not interested in his business or reluctant to get involved, they all slowly turned back to the show when they realized he stood nearby. As long as they weren't who he hunted, they had nothing to fear. He had no plans to screw up the good thing they had going here with Club Diablo. This establishment easily funded ninety percent of the island's operation, making it easier for the pack to keep to themselves instead of seeking