Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) by Fel Fern Page A

speaker,” I say dryly, but Blue’s words are just the kind of push I need. Screw this, right? Worse comes to worst, some other guy, or girl will have me for a day, except...
    Well, I’m not exactly experienced. I date, insist on going slow, but I never get to third base with my ex-boyfriends. Maybe my wolf and a part of my human half know I’m saving myself for someone. Brick. Other supernatural folks say we shifters are lucky we come in-built with radars. Radars that go haywire when our fated mate, the one individual we’ll share our bodies, hearts and souls with, finally come along.
    They got it all wrong.
    My wolf did go insane the moment it saw Brick, but Brick didn’t experience the same revelation. I could be wrong. Maybe Brick isn’t my mate, but years of waiting and pining taught me I wouldn’t be surrendering my virginity to any other wolf but my alpha.
    I take deep breaths. “Okay, Blue. I’m ready.”
    Blue grins, and before I can unravel what kind of evil plot he’s thinking of, he jerks me up to my feet and rips the towel off my shoulders. Someone whistles. A few even stare.
    “Nice ass, Bobby!”
    My face begins to turn red. The kinky little leather g-string is the reason I refuse to part with the towel.
    “Hey,” Blue grabs my bare shoulders, and I look at my friend. His confidence in me blows me away. “Don’t think about those assholes, or everyone else in the crowd. Just look at Brick. All eyes on the goal.”
    I nod, and Blue shoves me up the wooden stage.
    “Next is a newcomer to our annual auction. He’s a little shy, so put your hands together for our redheaded pup, Bobby!”
    By some miracle, I somehow manage to walk up to the auctioneer. The sea of faces is overwhelming. I’m terrified of ‘boos’, rejections, maybe even some hotdog tossing. Except I remember my goal. My gaze latches onto the person sitting in the front row. Brick is in deep conversation with our pack beta, Rover. I pose, feeling awkward as the auctioneer rattles off my fine qualities. Lies to make a killing profit off mediocre merchandise.
    To my utter shock, people start bidding. The numbers aren’t as high as the others, but I become overwhelmed by the interest.
    “Anything you want to say to the crowd, Bobby?”
    Did I? Brick’s still arguing with Rover, and he doesn’t look up at the stage. Not even once, and that kind of pisses me off. I mean, here I was, tossing aside my dignity and shame, and practically offering myself to some random stranger on a platter.
    But my wolf and human half didn’t want some nobody. We both wanted Brick.
    I strut over to the auctioneer, Trig. He’s another wolf, massive silent type and childhood friends with Blue and Paul. Trig leans and I whisper something in his ear. He covers the microphone, and asks, “Bobby, you sure?”
    With his scars and ink, Trig might remind you of a mean junkyard dog, but really? He’s a real sweetie.
    “I’m sure.”
    Blue must have told Trig something beforehand about my plan, because Trig nods. Something like respect appears in his gaze. Did I somehow get the big guy’s approval?
    “Here’s something to sweeten the pot, folks. Bobby here tells me he’s a virgin, but he plans on giving that away today.”
    The crowd actually roars and the bidding skyrockets to unbelievable amounts. The only guy that matters is Brick. It might be due to the crowd’s reaction, but the alpha finally looks up. Brick’s expression is unreadable, but his gaze pins mine. I shudder. A bolt of electricity shoots right up my chest, and my groin’s instantly rock-hard.
    Good Lord.
    I’m becoming aware of the heat of the sun, and the sweat rolling down my back. I can’t take my eyes off Brick and neither can he because both our spiritual wolves are awake, like they were doused by a bucket of ice water. Everything bleeds away from my vision. The world narrows down its scope to Brick and I, like nothing else matters.
    I take a deep breath and think, “This is