Page 1 of Sass Me

Dumb Idea

This was the stupidestfucking idea they’d ever had. Skintight pants that tore off at the hips, nothing but suspenders above the waist, and a goddamn fireman’s hat.

“Wooo hooo. Honey, take it off.” A slightly older woman who was definitely the alpha female in the room whooped at them.

Steele leaned to the side to speak so that only Daxton could hear. He fought to fake a smile for the ladies, but couldn’t quite manage it, which was unusual. He’d always been able to charm the pants off any woman, anytime he liked.

His dragon wanted nothing to do with any of these ladies.

Weird.

The dragon part of him loved flirting, especially with beautiful women. Their soft luscious curves, the way they moaned when he licked them from head to toe, the way they came on his dick. Just not any of these screaming meamies.

“I’m going to kill you for talking me into wearing these costumes. You’ll be a dragonskin rug in front of my fireplace come winter.”

“You can murder me later. The Wolfe boys asked for our help. We might as well have some fun while we’re doing it.” Dax had his eyes on the rowdy red-head waving dollar bills like a lasso. He always did go for the brash and bawdy types.

Two minutes after they’d walked into the Horny Wolf, Jake Wolfe jumped at the chance of having two dragon warriors around. A pre-scenting party, he’d called it, and promised a room full of horny women, who didn’t need to know they were being guarded.

Steele didn’t mind protecting the women while on his R&R. Combining work hard and play hard together was his specialty.

The Wolfe boys wanted the unmated women who were here for the special five-pack scenting ceremony to have extra security. They just didn’t want their mates knowing about it.

What Jake hadn’t said was that Steele and Dax were the entertainment.

Thank the First Dragon, Dax stepped forward and into the crowd of women all stuffed into this snack-sized apartment. They surrounded him with hoots and hollers sounding him more like a pack of wolves than humans. At least half of them were shifter she-wolves, anyway.

Two of them grabbed Steele’s arms and pulled him into their circle too, sliding their bodies up and down his, running their hands over his bare chest. Their touches did nothing for him, but send a few creepy crawlies up his skin.

What the hell was wrong with him? This was the perfect opportunity. Beautiful women were literally begging him to take his clothes off and he couldn’t be less interested.

Steele had every intention of getting laid at least a couple dozen times on his week off, but maybe not all on the same night. These women were crazy, and weren’t doing it for him at all.

Which was worrying. He hadn’t been turned off since he’d hit puberty. These last few years a fucking houseplant could turn him on.

Was his prime creeping up on him already?

No way. He wouldn’t let it. A deep beat coupled with a tinny psst psst psst blared from the cheap portable stereo. He could shake his ass with the best of them. Time to get his flirt on.

Steele grabbed the closest woman at the hips and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. He ground against her, hoping, waiting for his cock to join the god-damned party.

“Go, Jordan, go, Jordan.” The women around him chanted and the lady in his arms turned firetruck red.

“Aric is going to go ballistic when he hears about this,” she squealed.

“Good. A little jealousy will go a long way.” The other woman dancing at his side, tried to grab his ass and laughed. “I love it when Spot gets all possessive, the sex is amazing. So, me next.”

Jake had been right. These women were trouble with a capital T-R-O-U-B-L and E. He was down for having a good time, but he would never come between anyone and their mate. He danced with them for another minute and then spun both around and into a waiting couch. “Now, now ladies. Let the single girls have a chance too.”

“Spoilsport.”

This party should be exactly what he needed, but tonight Steele would rather wrap himself around one soft cuddly woman. One who could warm his bed during the long winter months at his post in the Alps.

Winter was coming and he didn’t want to spend it alone.

Pretending to be strippers at a pre-scenting party was not the way to find a mate.

Wait. Whoa, hold the phone. Mate? No fucking way.

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