I should have known the second the stripper music started playing that Anna was up to something.

Jax and Pretty both wheeled in a huge birthday cake, and by huge, I mean almost-the-size-of-me huge. I should have been overjoyed or at least turned on when the top burst open, confetti flying everywhere, covering the glittery pink “Birthday Girl” banners that Lamb—the asshole—had hung up everywhere, and a hot, blonde-haired and silver-eyed stripper appeared, wearing only a G-string and flashing nipple tassels.

She strutted her way over to me, her eyes eating me up.

I wish I could say I had an erection as she came over, but fuck, I was too scared to have one. My eyes scanned the room full of hooting men and women for my old lady, and when I couldn’t see her, I didn’t feel good about it.

I wasn’t sure if she knew about the stripper, which was no doubt Jax’s idea, but I couldn’t relax. Something wasn’t right.

I was too distracted looking for Anna that I didn’t notice the girl had climbed up onto my lap until it was too late. Her small ass ground against my jeans and my arms immediately went to lift her off my lap, only to never make it off the arms of the chair.

I looked down to my wrists to see the metal cuffs chaining them down to the bars of the seat. “What the f—”

“Look, don’t touch,” Anna’s hot voice whispered in my ear, making my dick stand to attention.

“Anna?” I growled, more with weariness than lust as she sauntered around the chair, coming up behind the stripper.

“It’s your birthday.” Anna gave me a hot, saccharine smile as she leaned her face down into the neck of the girl, her hand coming around the girl's side and plucking one of the tassels hanging from her nipples. The girl gasped in pleasure. “Enjoy.”

I looked around the room for some kind of clue as to what was going on, because I didn’t dare believe what Anna was saying. It had to be a trap.

My brothers offered no help as more girls came parading through the doors, taking their attention. Drinks were getting passed around and everybody abandoned me.

I looked back to Anna as she leaned back, reaching for the birthday cake on the nearest table and swiping a long streak of white icing onto her finger.

“You can thank Mallory and Hunter for this idea,” she purred, smothering icing on the nape of the girl’s neck.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, completely mesmerized as Anna flashed her teeth and dropped her mouth down onto the girl’s shoulder, sucking on the skin with enough force to make the girl wither on my lap, a quiet moan beginning at the back of my throat and exiting my mouth as Anna pressed a kiss to the bite mark, her eyes flashing up to me, reminding me of the time I did the same thing to her.

She reached back for some more of the icing, the girl patiently sitting on my lap, awaiting Anna’s return.

With Anna’s clean hand, she cupped the girl's chin and brought her to face her. Her iced finger pushed into the girl's mouth, watching with intense eyes as the girl obediently sucked her finger clean. I saw Anna’s knuckles curl as her finger moved inside the girl’s mouth, and whatever she did, the girl liked it, groaning and shifting her hips on my lap, making me groan in return as my dick strained against my zipper.

My hands jerked forward, wanting to grab her, but the metal dug into my skin, preventing me. “I said no touching,” Anna purred, clicking her tongue.

This time, she reached for the girl’s tassels, grabbing the clips and popping them off to reveal soft pink nipples, dusted with a slight redness on the girl’s flawless, pale skin. Anna spread icing over the sore skin, her eyes locking onto mine as the girl whimpered. “Her name’s Satin,” Anna breathed into the girl’s hair. “I picked her myself.”

The stripper was Anna’s idea? Fuck, I thought this whole thing was an impromptu revenge on me for Jax ordering a girl. I could never have guessed this was what she had planned.

“Do you want a taste?” She held the girl’s breast in her hand, her other hand on the small of her back, making the girl lean forward until her icing-covered nipple was in reaching distance. My eyes studied Anna’s face, but all I could recognize was the growing heat in Anna’s eyes as I realized she was enjoying this, too.

I leaned forward, taking the girl’s nipple in my mouth, the sugary icing coating my tongue before I popped it out of my mouth again and moved to do the same to the other one.

Anna watched me the entire time.

By now, Satin was panting hard and Anna’s hand disappeared behind the girl, who now sat on her haunches above me. “Poor Satin looks like she’s near her end.” I only realized what she was doing when I heard the girl’s sudden gasp as Anna pushed her finger inside of her. “How about I help you over that edge?”

I could hear my teeth cracking, my jaw clamping down hard enough to do damage as I barely held on to my sanity. The girl’s moans grew as Anna’s hand moved faster, and all I could see was Satin’s face as she gasped and cried out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she went over the edge.

Anna pulled out her hand, licking her fingers clean.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Anna looked down at me, at the hard erection imprinting into the crotch of my jeans, and smirked. “Not enough, huh?” she purred, blue eyes flashing with desire.

Anna helped the delirious, exhausted Satin off my lap. “Go get yourself something to drink,” she said, slapping her ass as the naked girl staggered over to the bar.

Anna lifted the edge of her skirt before she climbed on my lap, straddling my hips with her soft thighs. She unzipped my zipper, and my angry, red erection sprung out, causing a momentary wave of relief at being free from the small space.

I didn’t dare open my mouth to say anything, unsure if my jaw could even function properly anymore as Anna traced her finger over the tip, smearing the precum. “I guess I should probably do something about this.” She sighed as if it pained her to admit it.

I let out a throaty growl as her hand encircled my base and squeezed. “Anna.”

“Shh,” she purred, moving her hand in firm but slow, torturous pumps.

She lifted her eyes up to mine and held them, her toying smile fading from her face as the lust grew, her hand moving faster and faster until I was near my edge. She must have seen it, too, because suddenly, she leaned her body forward, her red lips starting a trail of little, sharp nips up the side of my neck, curbing the pleasure with pain.

“Anna,” I hissed, teetering over that edge, needing that extra push.

I could feel her smile as she pressed her lips against my ear, her breath rolling over it in hot waves, and whispered, “Ya tebya lyublyu.”

“Fuck!” I cried out, the chains around my wrists snapping as my white cum sprayed up and over the red of her dress, covering her in my seed.

My hands came up around Anna’s hips before she almost toppled off the side of the chair. She was panting as hard as me, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat as she gave out a quiet chuckle. “Happy birthday,” she whispered.

“My birthday’s not over yet,” I growled, somehow finding the energy to grab her, toss her over my shoulder, and barge my way through the crowded room, shoving everybody out of my way until I was in my room, where I threw her sticky ass on my bed and dropped my pants.

Anna’s eyes rounded with shock when she saw my erection begin to stand again.

“Take it all off,” I growled, and Anna obeyed, slowly removing the property jacket and draping it over the back of the chair with care before pulling her dress over her head in one smooth motion. I groaned in appreciation when I realized she had gone without underwear and didn’t even bother trying to remove her boots.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, loving the small flicker of fight in her eyes before she conceded, the lust winning her over.

I reached into my bedside drawer, pulled out the bottle of lube, and squeezed it over my fingers.

I chucked the bottle on the bed, and using my free hand, I splayed it over her ass cheek and pushed it to the side, giving me more access to her ass. My two fingers went in slow, her body trembling as I pushed them deep inside her ass.

During sex, I had been slowly getting her used to her ass being played with, and now she welcomed the feeling of my fingers as I moved them in and out, her muscles relaxed and responsive to my touch. “This ass is mine tonight,” I promised, adding a third finger to widen her.

Anna’s body trembled, either at the feeling of my hand or the anticipation of what was to come.

I kept moving my fingers in and out of her, reaching with my other hand to play with her clit, forcing her to relax as I made her wider and wider, accustoming her to roughly what she was about to get.

“Wolf,” Anna moaned, her ass meeting my fingers for my quick thrusts. “Put it in.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Satisfied with my preparation, I lined myself up behind her. I placed one hand on her hip and the other one splayed over her back, keeping her steady as I pressed my tip into her crease, lube oozing out of her hole. “Take a deep breath,” I ordered, waiting until I could feel her ribs expand under my touch before I began to push in.

Anna’s breath immediately rushed out of her as I gently thrust, keeping my pace steady as she regained her breath, her ribs falling in deep, slow breaths. “Keep breathing,” I urged, nearly all the way in as she let out a soft whimper at the tightness.

“I’m all the way in,” I announced, my voice hoarse as the feeling of her hot anal muscles tightened around me.

“Shit,” Anna groaned, shifting slightly and making my dick twitch. “You’re so big.”

“Thanks.”

“Fuck off,” she hissed.

I waited until I felt her fully relax around me, her breathing back to normal. “I’m going to move,” I said, waiting for her nod as I slowly began to pull out, making Anna gasp and then moan in the process until I was almost all the way out.

I was slow and steady with each thrust, letting her get used to the sensation until I heard that hot little moan. “Harder,” she groaned, her hands curling into the bed sheets.

“Fuck,” I hissed, unable to hold on to my restraint as I began to move faster, Anna meeting my thrusts pound for pound.

I could feel her as she neared the edge, her thighs trembling and her moans becoming short, quick stutters. I reached down between us, feeling my own end approaching, found her clit, and pinched.

Anna cried out, her muscles squeezing around my dick as her orgasm rocked into her. I thrust twice more and pulled out just as my hot cum sprayed over her bare back, the white color glaring out against her red, blushing skin.

Exhausted, I dropped down beside her and dragged her limp body on top of me, too hot to even bother pulling the sheets over us.

Anna’s eyes were closed in pleasure as she panted softly against my chest, about to fall straight to sleep after our workout, when I heard her soft, nearly incoherent voice.

“Happy birthday,” she grumbled and then fell promptly asleep.

Happy fucking birthday indeed.