To her credit, she didn’t turn into a bumbling fool, the way some women do.
“I’m Lily,” she said in a dulcet voice, so soft that I almost missed it at first. “Nice to meet you,” she said, holding her hand out.
My big paw swept out, engulfing hers as our eyes clashed, blue on brown. The contact was electric, even if it was just our hands.
“Nice to meet you,” I growled when I could finally breathe again.
“Nice to meet you too,” she murmured, a shy smile wreathing those lips. “Do you work out often?”
“Every day,” I stated. “Why? You thinking of joining?”
“Why yes,” she replied, cheeks flushing. “I thought I’d get in shape and ummm, lose some weight maybe.”
I was about to say something about how she looked perfect, except Petey cut me off.
“That’s what Petey’s Place is here for!” he crowed, shooting me a warning look. “We can meet all of your fitness needs.”
I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes because Petey is a scumbag. Business is booming between his regular memberships and the money we pay to participate in Battle Bang. But hey, the old guy is wily, and he’s survived for a long time for a reason.
So I shut my trap, merely nodding noncommittally.
“Sure, this gym is freakin’ awesome,” I intoned. “What are you looking to do?”
She flushed again.
“Maybe some treadmill,” she said in a brave voice. “I figure I can work on improving my twelve-minute mile.”
My eyebrow raised.
“Sweetheart, it’s not about time,” I said smoothly. “It’s about personal records and feeling your best. It’s most important to compete against yourself, and not some artificial goals set by others. Trust me, I know.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Thanks, Shaft,” she said. “I appreciate it.”
“Sure thing,” I growled. “Now where are you guys looking to go next?”
Petey let out a cackle.
“To the treadmills of course!” he crowed. “What the lady wants is what she gets.”
And with one last look over her shoulder, the girl disappeared down the hall, shooting me a soft smile. I watched as her hips swung, that big butt beckoning to me. And smiling to myself, I let out a growl … because we’d just found a new victim for Battle Bang, and I was getting the first taste.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lily
“Ooof,” I grunted to myself as my sneakers hit the treadmill. “Ooof, oof!”
This was pure hell. I had the machine set on low and yet I could barely keep up. Any slower and I’d be walking, but I wanted to go at a run. Or at least some type of jog. Walking was too easy and I didn’t want to give up before I’d even started.
Because this is my first day at Petey’s Place. I’d signed up as soon as the tour was over yesterday.
“So you’re sold, huh?” asked Petey, his eyes gleaming.
I’d nodded.
“Yes, it seems just right to me,” I said. “How does membership work?”
“Well, I give you this,” said Petey, handing me a yellow paper card, “and you sign your name next to the date whenever you come,” he chortled.
“No scanners?” I asked in what I hoped was an innocent manner. “No computers? No electronic documents?”
Petey chortled again.
“Naw, we’re old-fashioned!” he said jovially. “We don’t need fancy electronics at the front desk just like we don’t need fancy machines for work-outs. Sweat, muscle and agility,” he said mysteriously. “Those are the most important.”
“Um, great!” I said with a smile. “Then sign me up!”
And after he’d taken my gift card and added my name to some huge ledger book stowed under the front desk, I’d left, my exercise mat tucked tight under my arm. Because was this really happening? Had I just signed up for membership at a wrestling gym because of the man I’d seen? The huge, gorgeous one named Shaft with the giant appendage wrapped around his waist?
Of course, I was telling myself it was because I could sign my name as often as I wanted in the yellow card without actually having to go to the gym. But there was an ulterior motive, for sure. I wanted to see Shaft again. I wanted to see those muscles bulge. I wanted to see his neck tense, his jaw flex as his balls rose, ready to shoot. I wanted to hold that huge cock between my fists, kissing the tip before guiding it into myself.
What are you thinking? shrieked the voice in my head. Are you nuts? You’re a virgin!
Because that was the sad truth. I’m Lily Forrester, eighteen years old and untouched. Sure, there are lame boys at school who eye me up and down lasciviously, looking at my female shape. It’s disgusting to be honest. Their breaths stink like pepperoni and onions, and they don’t know anything other than what happened on the latest episode of Teen Wolf.
Meanwhile, I’d just met a real wolf. Huge. Gorgeous. Dominant. Shaft made my head spin as my insides grew hot, preparing myself for him. Oh god, even thinking of him now as I slaved away on the treadmill was getting me excited.