Savage MC: The Biker's Innocent Mate

Tyler's POV

After two months away, I was finally home and ready for a good f*ck. I headed into our strip club, Sugar T*ts, my first stop to unwind and get my c*ck wet. Walking in, my wolf Savage was going insane and pacing. He wouldn't calm down as I took a seat.

I sat just as a woman's name was announced, and my wolf went quiet when she stepped on stage.

"F*ck," I whisper as the music starts and she starts moving her hips to the beat. A woman I usually f*ck came up and sat on my lap. Lena is the most willing to get railed.

"Hi, Tyler." She leaned down to kiss me, but I stopped her.

"Did I say you could kiss me, Lena? She frowns, but I look to the woman dancing, and f*ck, she already had her top off.

"We always hook up, Ty," she whines, and I glare at her.

"You know the drill, Lena. I f*ck who I want and kiss who I want. "You kiss me only when I say," she huffs but leans away from me. Her attitude is a turnoff.

"Prez, good to see you, my beta. Jack sits in a chair beside me. You're just in time to see the new girl tonight. I hired her last week," he smiled as she danced around the pole.

"She looks young. I watch another piece of clothing slide off her body. What is her name?" He grins my way.

"Emma Anderson, and before you flip, I did a full background check, and she is clean. She takes care of a sick grandmother and sibling. She doesn't sleep with any brothers, and after her set, she leaves." I raise a brow at that. A she--wolf who doesn't stay to f*ck is unheard of at Sugar T*ts. This place is usually one big orgy after it closes.

"Interesting." I watch her swing around the pole again and move her hips seductively. Every wolf in here is watching her fit body move, and I for one would love to f*ck her on that stage.

"She isn't that great," Lena huffs out, "probably a little virgin who never kissed a man in her life." I sigh.

"Find your own seat, Lena," I snarl. "Get off my lap." She does fast, and as the waitress walks up, I calm my wolf.

"Drinks tonight? I smile at her.

"Whiskey neat",I order and focus back on Emma or her stage name Em. She is beautiful, I think, as she dances around and dips low, letting some men slip hundreds in her g--string. I sip my whiskey while Jack watches her dance, and I can tell he misses his mate Sarah. We lost her to a rogue attack a few years ago, and he hasn't chosen another. I haven't found my mate yet, and I seriously doubt I will any time soon. For now I'm going to enjoy myself by f*ck*ng whoever I want.

Emma moves closer, and I get a whiff of vanilla and chocolate, making me sit up. What the f*ck?

"Hi Em," my beta Jack says, smiling up at her. "You look edible." She giggles.

"Hi Jack, you look handsome tonight. Enjoying yourself?" He grins and puts a few notes in her g--string. I feel my wolf grow impatient and start pacing.

"I can smell, mate," he growls at me. Where? I growl back as he starts mumbling and cussing at me.

"Emma, this is our president of Savage and Alpha, Tyler Savage." Tyler, this little beauty is the newest hire at Sugar T*ts, Emma Anderson. " I look up, and my world stops as we make eye contact.

F*ck me. I feel my eyes go huge.

"Oh my goodness," Emma shrinks back as I stand growling. My c*ck is rock hard, and my wolf is about to bust out. My f*ck*ng mate is a stripper at the club I own, and I'm p*ss*d.

"Empty the strip club," I order Jack. "Empty it now! I order him as I step to the stage, ready to pounce on Emma.

"Ty, what are you doing?" Lena whimpers. "What about tonight?" She has got to be the dumbest b*tch ever. I growl.

"Leave Lena, Lena," she huffs as she struts out, and I focus on Emma, who looks ready to cry. I step up on stage, and she walks back, trying to put space between us.

"This can't be," she mumbles sadly. "I can't have a mate." I growl, and tears fill her eyes. Not wanting anyone else to see her naked body, I yank my shirt off and hold it out.

"Cover up," she says, reaching out hands shaking. "No one should see your body but me," she scoffs.

"From what I hear, every b*tch here has seen your c*ck, and your c*ck has been in most women here as well. I got to hear it all," I sigh.

"I'm club president Emma, and I have needs," she sighs again.

"Well, I need this job, and I won't have you telling me what I can or can't do. If you need your c*ck wet, I'm pretty sure Lena can lend a p*ssy or mouth. She really gets around; you may want to get checked for stuff." I run fingers through my hair as Jack walks back in, and the three of us stand here not knowing what to do.

"We need to sit and talk," Jack says, watching us. He looks at Emma, and his gaze softens.

"Seems we have a sh*t ton to talk about," I growl. Emma whimpers at my growl, and my wolf cusses me again. "Stop scaring her," he growls at me. I watch her fidget as I motion to the chairs.

"I really need to get home; Gram needs me. She moves closer to use the stairs, and I smell her better now. F*ck, she smells incredible. I sniff the air more. F*ck, she smells fuckable.

"Emma, we need to talk, honey," Jack says softly and calmly. I'm anything but calm as he holds out a hand to assist her down the stairs. "You're our luna, it seems, so we need to discuss how to proceed from here," I sigh as I follow behind her smelling her vanilla and chocolate scent. My mouth waters.

"It seems we don't need this talk; every wolf here knows Tyler is a player and fucks anything with a pulse," I growl as I sit staring at her. "She is too tiny," Savage says, watching her fidget. I agree, and I bet her p*ssy will feel good on our c*ck. Emma looks into my eyes, and I feel myself fall for her, and I hate it.

"We need to talk, Emma," Jack says. "Your mates and we need to see how to proceed from here. Tyler will be fair to you, but as club president he has responsibilities and sh*t that is expected of him." She scoffs.

"You mean I'm supposed to sit back and watch my mate f*ck whores and not say sh*t. I'm supposed to be a good girl while he cheats, but I can't do the same. This isn't going to work because I refuse to be with a fuckboy." My eyes widen along with Jack's eyes. We both stare at her shocked.

"No, Emma. I didn't mean that," Jack tries to calm her down.

"You two are mates, and soon everyone will know in our pack. We need to discuss where to go from here." F*ck, this isn't good, I think. I came back to this sh*t, and I can't stand it. I never felt so helpless and uncertain as I do now. He also knows I basically have a target on my back, and to hurt me, they could use her.

I found my mate, and I feel conflicted.

Emma's POV

I sit staring at Tyler and Jack, my heart racing as both look uncomfortable with the situation. Jack is trying to be reasonable, but Tyler looks conflicted. He probably wants a wh*r* to f*ck, and it hurts my heart.

"We need to discuss this before the pack finds out about you two," Jack says after a few minutes that felt like hours.

"What is there to discuss, Jack? He signs.

"Emma, your mates and Tyler have enemies all over. You can be targeted for this alone. Many will use you to hurt him," I sigh sadly.

"I don't need a mate; I play with the big shirt I'm wearing. The money in my G--string is starting to itch me, so I stand and remove it. Both stare at me, and I roll my eyes. Both were looking at my body, and I swear both licked their lips.

"You...ummm... you do need a mate, Emma. Jack shifts uncomfortably, so I drop Tyler's shirt and sit holding my money.

"No, I don't. I look at Jack, who looks sad. I've been fine on my own for y