Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) by Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection
Authors: Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection
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Chapter One
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F ucking hell, those curves .
Those curves that left him hard and aching, palming his dick with just the thought of them, that he fucking came in his sleep over, that he fucking salivated over like a dog in heat, and they were right there , those hips and that ass in skin-tight blue jeans, swinging in beat to the classic rock pouring out of the jukebox.
And Isabella Santiago knew what she was doing to him, like fuck she didn’t. She had glanced at him over her shoulder before stopping right in his line of sight with her back to him, one hand tucked into her back pocket as if to direct his eyes where to go. Then she started dancing in place, and that ass hadn’t stopped moving since.
“Iron, man, quit drooling over the bitch and nut up enough to say hi without pissing your pants.”
From behind the bar, Iron flipped off his alpha, then went back to wiping the pint glass. “Why don’t you go fucking say hi, Steel? I already said hi when she came in with her friends.”
Steel leaned back, his bright gold eyes sharp and focused. “Friends, huh? Take it you didn’t see how rich boy’s eyes are glued to her ass?”
Iron’s hand flexed, the glass cracking under the sudden pressure. Iron swore while Steel gave a small laugh as the glass was tossed in the trash. Hell yeah he’d noticed the scrawny little glasses-wearing bastard, and he was due some type of reward for not tossing the guy out on the ass of his too-expensive jeans. “Not my place to say anything.”
Steel’s snort could be heard over the low roar of the crowd, the sound carrying a mocking edge. “She’s your true mate. It’s been your place to speak since we were kids, but you’ve been too dumbass to man up and claim what’s yours. Are you going to change that this mating season, or do I have to go through this for another year?”
Avoiding his alpha’s stare, Iron took a quick look across the room. The small bar was as crowded as it got, both pool tables and the dart board in use, with people lining the bar and talking over each other. Most of them were strangers. Usually the bar was filled with pack or those connected to the pack with only a few outsiders, but this was the mating season, so usual rules didn’t apply. Unmated pack members went beyond the pack’s territory looking for women, and for those already mated – well, they didn’t want to leave home.
For Iron, mating season was hell on earth, and that wasn’t a fucking exaggeration. Connected to his true mate but not mated to her, mating season meant the sensation of a thousand pinpricks jabbing at his skin every moment he wasn’t touching her and constant desire to move, to find her, to fill himself with her and to fill her. His nose searched out her scent and every other one made him want to puke. The clawing need to sink fangs and cock into his woman, to mark her, to get her pregnant and to feel her come .
And here she was in front of him, unexpected and unwelcome, because she was pure temptation and the wolf within was throwing itself at the cage where Iron kept it locked tight. It lunged and growled and bared its teeth in frightening display, determined to get to his mate.
Iron refused to let that happen. True mates were fucking lies and he wasn’t going down that path. Bella wasn’t meant for him, his wolf be damned. “Instead of bitching about my life, don’t you think your ass should be out there finding your mate? Doesn’t look good if the alpha is unmated too long. Challengers start sniffing around.”
Steel threw him a goddamn annoying smirk. “Unlike some , I’m not scared of getting my mate. Once I find my true mate I’m courting the hell out of her and mating her the second she allows it. I only need to keep my eyes open to grab her up when she comes by.”
“And you think she’s going to come by while your ass is planted on my bar stool?” Fucking Steel. Iron could take dealing with the shit thrown at him if the alpha was easier to
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F ucking hell, those curves .
Those curves that left him hard and aching, palming his dick with just the thought of them, that he fucking came in his sleep over, that he fucking salivated over like a dog in heat, and they were right there , those hips and that ass in skin-tight blue jeans, swinging in beat to the classic rock pouring out of the jukebox.
And Isabella Santiago knew what she was doing to him, like fuck she didn’t. She had glanced at him over her shoulder before stopping right in his line of sight with her back to him, one hand tucked into her back pocket as if to direct his eyes where to go. Then she started dancing in place, and that ass hadn’t stopped moving since.
“Iron, man, quit drooling over the bitch and nut up enough to say hi without pissing your pants.”
From behind the bar, Iron flipped off his alpha, then went back to wiping the pint glass. “Why don’t you go fucking say hi, Steel? I already said hi when she came in with her friends.”
Steel leaned back, his bright gold eyes sharp and focused. “Friends, huh? Take it you didn’t see how rich boy’s eyes are glued to her ass?”
Iron’s hand flexed, the glass cracking under the sudden pressure. Iron swore while Steel gave a small laugh as the glass was tossed in the trash. Hell yeah he’d noticed the scrawny little glasses-wearing bastard, and he was due some type of reward for not tossing the guy out on the ass of his too-expensive jeans. “Not my place to say anything.”
Steel’s snort could be heard over the low roar of the crowd, the sound carrying a mocking edge. “She’s your true mate. It’s been your place to speak since we were kids, but you’ve been too dumbass to man up and claim what’s yours. Are you going to change that this mating season, or do I have to go through this for another year?”
Avoiding his alpha’s stare, Iron took a quick look across the room. The small bar was as crowded as it got, both pool tables and the dart board in use, with people lining the bar and talking over each other. Most of them were strangers. Usually the bar was filled with pack or those connected to the pack with only a few outsiders, but this was the mating season, so usual rules didn’t apply. Unmated pack members went beyond the pack’s territory looking for women, and for those already mated – well, they didn’t want to leave home.
For Iron, mating season was hell on earth, and that wasn’t a fucking exaggeration. Connected to his true mate but not mated to her, mating season meant the sensation of a thousand pinpricks jabbing at his skin every moment he wasn’t touching her and constant desire to move, to find her, to fill himself with her and to fill her. His nose searched out her scent and every other one made him want to puke. The clawing need to sink fangs and cock into his woman, to mark her, to get her pregnant and to feel her come .
And here she was in front of him, unexpected and unwelcome, because she was pure temptation and the wolf within was throwing itself at the cage where Iron kept it locked tight. It lunged and growled and bared its teeth in frightening display, determined to get to his mate.
Iron refused to let that happen. True mates were fucking lies and he wasn’t going down that path. Bella wasn’t meant for him, his wolf be damned. “Instead of bitching about my life, don’t you think your ass should be out there finding your mate? Doesn’t look good if the alpha is unmated too long. Challengers start sniffing around.”
Steel threw him a goddamn annoying smirk. “Unlike some , I’m not scared of getting my mate. Once I find my true mate I’m courting the hell out of her and mating her the second she allows it. I only need to keep my eyes open to grab her up when she comes by.”
“And you think she’s going to come by while your ass is planted on my bar stool?” Fucking Steel. Iron could take dealing with the shit thrown at him if the alpha was easier to
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