A stunning woman stepped out wearing red high-heeled boots, black fishnet stockings that reached mid-thigh, held up by a garter belt cinched around her waist.

Below, a tiny black thong left little to the imagination, and on her ample breasts, only two small edible stars barely covered her nipples.

Rose walked confidently toward the pole in the center of the small square stage, illuminated in white and red.

She felt a bit embarrassed as the moment came to step onto the stage—she had never done anything like this in her life!

But when she saw her mates’ wolfish eyes, their expressions of pure lust, and the obvious bulge in their pants, she found all the boldness she needed to become their personal pole dancer.

“Shit, Maell, tell me there isn’t any damn bet this time, because I’m about to come in my pants,” Niall growled, his eyes fixed on his mate.

Maell prayed there wasn’t. This time, he didn’t think he could hold out or be the winner either.

Rose began moving her hips sensually to the