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

it.” 
    The moment I finally managed to snag Brick’s attention. Brick’s finally looking at me, and he’s not seeing me as just another pup in his doghouse. He’s leering at me like I’m something edible.
    “Five thousand,” someone yells out, breaking our connection. My head snaps back to the speaker and I try my best not to cringe. It’s Harvey Wells, the huge, leather vest wearing werebear owner of Bite Me, the town’s only BDSM club. I only need one look to see Harvey’s planning on getting his money’s worth.
    “Six,” Brick practically growls out, and the crowd falls silent. No one dares top the numbers and no one dares to get in the way of two supernatural movers like Brick and Harvey.
    “Seven. Brick, let me have your pup. I promise to show him one hell of a good time,” Harvey yells back.
    Some folks laugh, but it’s an uneasy laugh cut short by the possessive and brassy rumble that pours out of Brick’s throat. The sound is more animal than human. A shiver crawls down my spine, yet every inch of my skin is tingling with anticipation, longing to be touched by Brick’s rough and callused large hands. I want it so badly. Crave to be in Brick’s possession.
    “Ten thousand and that’s my final offer,” Harvey yells.
    My heart’s beating in my throat like the nervous wings of a hummingbird. Ten thousand is a ridiculous number and I know for a fact Brick can’t afford it with his garage business. I’m starting to lose faith. To accept the consequences of my reckless actions, except I don’t need to worry.
    “Fifteen thousand. Fuck off, Harvey.” Brick’s gaze turns to mine, and his pupils are no longer black, but wolf yellow. I can’t tell if Brick wants to kill someone or fuck me so hard I’m sure I won’t be able to walk in the morning. “This pup is mine.”
    Harvey must see the territorial look in Brick’s eyes, and feel the angry metaphysical energy pouring from Brick, or Harvey just doesn’t have the dough. The werebear tips his Stetson, acknowledging his defeat.
    “All yours, alpha.”
    “Sold to Brick Rogers for fifteen thousand,” Trig announces.

Chapter Two
    I can hardly believe my ears. Blue helps me down the stage.
    This doesn’t feel real. I need to strategize. Plan ahead, so I won’t look like an idiot in front of Brick. Except time isn’t a luxury.
    Maybe Brick likes taking unspoiled goods? The mention of my virginity certainly upped the stakes.
    Don’t you dare look at me with those judgmental eyes. Think of me instead as a bride who’s been saving her V-card for her one true groom. No one but Brick hits my in-built shifter mate radar so damn hard. Brick isn’t a punch or a kick. He’s a goddamn wrecking ball, bound to collide and do serious damage.
    I’m not delusional though. I know Brick doesn’t do commitments, but I’m hoping my play would pay off. Maybe, after one night, he’ll realize I’m the guy for him, or at least ask me out on a proper date. If Brick does none of those things, I’ll be left with a tattered heart.
    But hey, as my mother likes to say—big risks and big rewards, except I’m risking it all and sailing on unchartered waters.
    “Bobby.” The word carries through the wind. Brick’s voice is like deep honey.
    In my head I imagine Brick saying my name...except all six-feet of solid muscle and manly flesh of Brick is standing backstage. Other pack members and even volunteers sneak glances at Brick then at me. No doubt wondering if Brick lost his mind. I don’t blame them. I’m wondering that myself.
    How did he get here so fast?
    Brick crosses his arms over the sleek brown and inked planes of his bare chest, and I can’t stop staring at the way his triceps and biceps bulge and flex. I can imagine the raw strength in them, the absolute power and certainty there when he holds my body captive.
    His gaze catches mine. Even before Brick touches me, I’m already his. For some reason, I flush. It feels like Brick is taking