Page 6 of Big Top Bear Raid
“Back off, Stephan,” the first ordered, his annoyance clear in his tone.“Give me some space, man.”
“I can’t help it, Wraith,” the blond—Stephan—practically purred.“The way you fill out your jeans”—he hummed and lowered his eyelids to half-mast as he began sliding his hand southward—“just makes me—”
Zion couldn’t and wouldn’t stand by to listen to more.Even if the handsome, awesome-smelling wolf shifter didn’t turn out to be his mate,nomeantno, damn it.
“Hey, back off, buddy,” Zion snarled, grabbing Stephan’s wrist before it could make contact with Wraith’s ass—which really did look delectable.Tugging a clearly surprised Stephan away from Wraith—and hell, yeah, he’s my mate—Zion growled, “No, means, no, asshole.”
After all this time, Fate has rewarded me with the greatest of gifts.
Zion would have turned to regard Wraith fully, but he needed to keep most of his attention on the angry blond.
“What the hell, man?”Stephan snapped, yanking his wrist free of Zion’s grip—not that he’d been holding him very tightly.With a curl of his lip, he demanded, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Before Zion could respond, Wraith’s quiet tenor tones declared, “He’s my mate.”
Zion smiled widely as he met Wraith’s gaze, needing to take in the wolf shifter’s expression.“Yeah, I’m your mate.”
To Zion’s absolute delight, a huge grin lit up Wraith’s features, telling him that his wolf was just as happy with the discovery as Zion was.
Too bad Stephan had to totally ruin the moment by screaming, “No!”
Chapter Three
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FOR ONE, TWO BLISSFULseconds, Wraith basked in the knowledge that he’d found his forever fated mate.He took in the other man’s dark features, wide shoulders, and muscular torso.His form-fitting jeans accentuated the muscles of his long legs.
Then Stephan had to open his big, fat mouth.
“This isn’t happening to me again,” Stephan declared angrily.“Wraith is mine!”
Stephan even went so far as to try to grab for Wraith.
The tall, dark, and formidable-looking stranger was having none of that.
With impressive agility for a heavily muscled, six-foot-four man, the other shifter slipped between them.He used one arm to gently guide Wraith back a few steps.Using his right hand, he not only batted away Stephan’s attempt, but he also finished the move by pressing his palm against the other wolf shifter’s sternum and pushing...hard.
Stephan stumbled backward a few steps.His face reddened as he caught his balance.His lip curled as he hissed with seething rage.
“Stephan,” Wraith began, lifting a hand, palm out in placation.“Just calm down, Stephan.”
When Stephan cut his focus to him, Wraith had to fight back a shiver.The possessive glint in the blond’s blue eyes damn near made his skin crawl.Never in a million years could he be so grateful to have broken things off with Stephan when he did.
Hell, three fucks shouldn’t even need abreaking it offconversation.
They’d been fuck-buddies.That was it.Well, that had been it as far as Wraith had been concerned.Between Gage’s warnings and Stephan’s past and present behavior, Wraith wished he’d never fucked the damn wolf at all.
No sex is worth this.
“I willnotcalm down, Wraith,” Stephan snarled, yanking Wraith out of his thoughts.The enraged wolf took a step toward him, but the big bear shifter—based on his delicious scent, Wraith realized he had to be one of the bears that he and Gage had been talking about just the prior evening—edged between them, forcing Wraith to take a step backward.That caused an even darker flush to creep up Stephan’s neck, and the wolf shifter growled his words, saying, “Make him step away, Wraith, and tell him that you’re not mates.”
Wraith couldn’t help the way a tick started in his jaw.“I willneverdeny my mate,” he declared.
The fucking nerve of this guy.
Stephan’s expression turned calculating, and a malicious gleam entered the man’s eyes.“You were mine first, Wraith,” he declared, turning his devious gaze on his mate.“Did Wraith tell you that?”Stephan’s smirk could only be called smug.“Did he tell you about him sliding his thick hard cock into my tight ass?About him—”
“What the fuck is going on here?”Beta Dixon Holsteen called out, stalking toward the group.The big blond glanced between everyone with narrowed eyes, lingering just a few seconds longer on the bear.“We’re all supposed to be friends here, so tell me now.Why the ruckus?”
