Jager entered the bar wearing his tightest jeans and his stretchy red T-shirt highlighted his hard abs. He closed his eyes, danced in among the crowd of partiers and waited. A low growl set the hairs on his arm on end. A circle cleared around him as a large man pushed his way through the crowd and grabbed Jag as he danced past.
“You’re playing with fire little wolf,” Ryder growled. “How did you make it down the street without being mauled?”
Jag grinned. “I drove.”
“Ah, that explains it.” Ryder squeezed Jag’s ass.
“I thought we should have a night on the town.”
Ryder let out a rolling growl when a pair of dancers came too close. They scurried away. “You still look like a model. Maybe you could grow dreadlocks or a scruff beard? A small pot belly would look good on you.”
“Really? Want me unshaven and fat? That do it for you?”
Ryder ran his hands up and down Jag’s back. “I’m thinking it would be a great way to get other people to stop staring at my mate.” Ryder kissed Jag’s neck. “I’ll take you any way I can get you. Even if I have to put up with having an absurdly beautiful mate.”
Jag laughed until he had to cling to Ryder to hold himself up.
“Hey, man you share?” A tall, handsome wolf shifter eyed Jager like a greedy miser who just spotted a pile of gold.
Ryder stopped moving to confront the shifter. “You couldn’t afford the cost?”
“He’s be worth anything,” the wolf shifter said.
“Then you won’t mind me ripping off your head and flinging across the bar like a Frisbee because that’s what it will take before I let you touch my mate.” Ryder roared and flashed his long canines.
Shaking, the wolf fled along with a large group of dancers.
Jag patted his mate’s chest. “Those anger management courses are really paying off.”
Ryder snorted. “As if I’d let anyone other than you manage me. Besides I didn’t actually decapitate him. I talked to him first. See, that’s progress.”
“Ry!” Dare scurried across the dance floor. “You have to stop scaring the guests no matter how hot your mate is.”
Dare winked at Jag who unsuccessfully tried to hide his laughter.
“The only reason I’m not smacking you for flirting with Jag, is you’re my brother and for a wolf your mate can be a scary bastard.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Dare wiped a pretend tear. “Why don’t you two go to the kitchen? I’ve got Henry preparing a special meal for you. Happy Anniversary.”
Dare rushed off.
“Oh crap. I-I’m so sorry I forgot. Is it the day we met?”
Jag pulled out his phone and checked the date. “Huh, I guess it is.”
“You mean Dare is the only one out of the three of us who knows we have an anniversary today?” Ryder laughed. “Maybe we should tell him.”
Jag grinned. “Let’s not. Let’s go enjoy our special meal. We can thank Dare later.”
Ryder sniffed. “Just for that I’m going to invent a special day for Dare and tell Steven he forgot it.”
“Can you just imagine Steven’s face if he thought he missed something.” Steven’s love for Dare was practically legendary in the shifter community. After an initial rough patch the wolf shifter went out of his way to make every day special for his mate. Jag was still giggling when they entered the kitchen and found a gourmet meal laid out before them.