But Brick doesn’t sound like he’s acting. This sounds real.
“Who, me?” I purr.
He releases my hand and circles me.
“See something you like?” I ask. I sense his gaze sweeping over me. My backside tingles.
“I told you not to wear those dresses.”
I rest a hand next to my cleavage. “This old thing?” I let my head fall back as I caress the bare skin between my breasts. “It’s well within the dress code. According to HR.”
“But not according to me.” His growl makes my body buzz. He’s right behind me, breathing down my neck. “You disobeyed a direct order.”
I lick my lips. “What are you going to do about it? Sir?”
“This insubordination has gone on long enough.” He grabs the chair and pulls it away from the desk. “You’ve been a bad girl, and your ass is going to pay.” He grips my arm and whirls me around so fast I don’t know what’s happening until I end up bent over the desk, cheek and palms to the wood. He steadies me with a firm but gentle hand.
I’m so turned on, it hurts.
His palm cups my bottom, and I know he’s planning to spank me over my clothes. He has no idea what sort of panties I’m wearing-if I’m wearing any at all. My costume change threw him, and his displeasure is real.
Just as I anticipated.
I reach back with both hands and tug on the tight dress, letting the fabric slide over my hips. I’m wearing a bodysuit. It’s as modest as a one-piece bathing suit, but it’s a pale beige that matches my skin tone, so it gives the illusion that I’m bare-assed to any viewer who isn’t up close.
Above me, Brick breathes heavily. “You’re in deep trouble, now.” He steps close and sets a hand on the small of my back. His dick brushes my backside. “I’m going to show you who’s boss.”
Brick
I stand over my mate, allowing myself a moment to enjoy the sight of her bent over with her ass in the air. Her straight legs in her stilettos give her extra inches that push her bottom up. And the way she slides the dress up, revealing her skin one slow centimeter at a time… I want to tear off her dress and devour her.
Fuck the audience. Fuck all this posing for Thaddeus. I want to be balls deep in my mate. I’ll ride her until her dress is in shreds and she’s limp with pleasure and then bare her shoulder and mark her all over again. My fangs are slick and ready, and my wolf agrees.
I clamp a hand down on her neck, pinning her. She loves to be restrained, and I want her to feel my dominance.
Her hair’s tousled over her face, but I catch a slight curve to her lips. She’s enjoying this.
I let my free hand crash down onto her rear. A gasp flies from Madi’s lips, and she rushes to brace herself against the desk. I spank her again, just as hard, letting her feel the edge of my displeasure. She planned this. She baited me in the dressing room and then wore this dress to push me over the edge. And it worked-focusing me on the game we’re playing. Not the game of vampire-shifter politics, but the game between us.
Without a word, she’s reminded me of the only thing that matters. Our passion. Our love.
The club and the audience fades away. We might as well be the only two people in the world right now. I don’t care about the stage or anyone beyond the circle of spotlights.
Madi’s scent blooms between us, ripe and ready. I’m going to give my mate what she needs and more.
My first strikes were a warning. Now I pepper her skin with careful smacks, making sure to cover every inch of her luscious bottom. Her nude bodysuit covers her sex, but must look salacious to anyone watching, and for that, I intend to turn any exposed skin red.
I finish warming up and return to spanking her hard enough to make my palm tingle. Her ass cheeks are mottled pink. I clap a hand down harder, and she hisses and lets out a throaty moan. But she doesn’t break position or signal that she needs a break. Her eyes flutter closed.
A few more minutes of spanking, and she’ll be well into subspace. My chest swells with the knowledge that she’d trust me this much, that even here, in precarious territory, she can let go.
“You love to tease me, don’t you?” I punctuate my words with an echoing smack to the tender spot under her right buttock. “Strutting around here in these tight dresses. Completely inappropriate workplace attire.” Her right side is red, so I attend to the left. “Tempting me. Who’s in charge around here, little girl?”
“You are.” Her voice is breathy and delicious.
I spank the center of her bottom so hard, she rocks forward on her heels. “I can’t hear you.”
“You are, sir,” she cries.
“That’s right.” I circle her and take a fist full of her hair, drawing her head back slowly, gently. “And who makes the rules?”
“You do.” Her red lips part, and I want to kiss her. But not yet.
“That’s right. I’ll teach you this lesson as many times as it takes. Now thank me for your punishment.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s a good girl.” My voice is so gravelly, it might as well be a growl. I cup the curve of her right cheek and squeeze, and she shudders in pleasure. My cock is swollen in my slacks, and when it pokes her hip, I have to grit my teeth against the need to come. To thrust into her warm, wet center.
Later.
I’ll take her later when we’re alone.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded. She licks her lips, and I bite back a groan of my own. I reach for her, pressing two fingers on her plush bottom lip. She opens for me immediately, and I sink my fingers into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you would please me.” Her tongue swirls around my finger. My dick is so swollen I can’t move. I can only shove my fingers further. “That’s it, take me deep. I know you can do it. You take what I give you.” She hums around my fingers, and I pull out before I lose it.
“Good, baby.” I sit in the chair and roll behind her. Her bottom is a work of art, lush and red, a plush peach ready for me to split open. I lean in and get a hit of her scent. I want to bite her. I grab her ass instead, digging my fingers into the punished flesh until she moans. She arches her back and pushes into my palms. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
“Spank me,” she begs. “Punish me. Please, sir.”
“Oh I will.” I slide two fingers along the gusset of her bodysuit. She rises to tiptoe with a high-pitched sigh. “I’m going to tease you like you’ve been teasing me. See how you like it.”
The fabric is sopping wet. I growl and shift my body, so my shoulders block anyone’s view. No one gets to see my mate’s arousal. No one but me.
“Did you like your punishment?” I ask in a low voice.
“Yes, sir.” She sucks in a breath as my fingers explore.
“You like when I take charge. You crave it.”
She sways in her heels, wriggling away from my touch. I smack her ass and pull her back into position. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir. It’s so good.”
“Come here.” I clamp down on her hips, turning her to face me and setting her on my lap in one swift movement. She’s straddling me, her wet center right on my dick. With a cry, she pushes up to her knees. I let her adjust, then force her back down, so she grinds on my lap. I tug her dress over her bottom, so she’s a bit more covered. No one can see how her wetness is soaking the front of my slacks, but they can guess.
I roll my hips, rubbing my cock along her barely covered slit. She shakes in my arms. Her face is flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. She bites her lip and rocks against me.
I seize a handful of her hair and bring her mouth down to mine. Our tongues tangle, but mine overpowers hers, thrusting into her in time to the lift of my hips.
“Brick,” she gasps, and then her hips jerk.
Brick
She just came in my arms. My cock swells as if it might burst out of my pants. I’m this close to pulling aside her bodysuit and taking her here, in front of everyone.
But there’s no way I’m doing that in front of an audience. She’s mine, all mine.
I rise and tip her over my shoulder, making sure her dress is covering her reddened ass. It does-barely.
She and I are going to have words about this. As soon as I get some privacy.
I whirl and face the direction of the throne, squinting against the stupidly bright lights.
“That’s enough.” I tell Thaddeus. “We’re leaving.”
Thaddeus is already on his feet, clapping. Some of the club members follow his lead, giving us a standing ovation. Most are too busy making use of the spanking benches and St. Andrew’s crosses or just plain fucking.
It’s over. The King of Manhattan is appeased.
Now he can fuck off.
I give Thaddeus my most deadly thousand-yard stare and stride to the back door. From there, it’s a short walk past the green room to the exit.
I burst out into the night. Billy and Sully were waiting on either side of the door, and they jump to attention.
“How did it-” Billy’s question dies on his lips as he sees me. He averts his gaze from my mate’s upturned ass.
“Fine.” Our limo is parked right in the alley. I open the back door, dip to unsling Madi from my shoulder, and carefully lower her to the seat. She scrambles deeper into the limo, and I follow her, barking to Tony “Let’s go.”
I wait until the divider is up before turning to Madi.
“You,” is all I can growl before she flings herself at me. She ends up in my lap, straddling me again. I peel her dress up and take a handful of her punished ass. “I’m going to fuck you, hard. And then we’re going to discuss your costume change, Windows.”
“Yes, yes…” She reaches down to help me undo my belt. I tear open the front of my pants, and rip the thin bodysuit fabric separating my cock from her slick entrance. I shove inside her, and our foreheads fall together as we sigh in unison.
“You were magnificent,” I tell her.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I reward her insolence with a swat to her taut ass check. The playful smack makes her jolt upwards before sinking down on me and makes my balls tingle with pleasure. I like the result so much, I spank her again and again, making her squeal and ride me harder.
“That’s ‘shut up and fuck me, sir,’” I reprimand, but she’s bouncing up and down, too breathless to speak. I let her do the work until she arches back sharply, mouth open with a gasp. Her cunt squeezes my cock over and over again as she climaxes. She melts against me, overcome, and I take over. I grip her hips and thrust upwards, hammering into her until my own climax is in reach. Her neck is bared before me, and I kiss her pearly skin, licking up her scent. I let my fangs graze over her wild pulse, and she shakes, coming again.
“Madi,” I cry, and let myself go over, clinging to my mate like she’s my safe place in the storm.
Madi
Brick and I end up in a tangle of limbs in the backseat of the limo. The air is hot and humid, drenched with the scent of our lovemaking.
The bottom half of my dress and bodysuit is in shreds. Good thing I have a limitless wardrobe budget. One thing no one warned me about banging an alpha-my clothes tend not to survive.
Brick’s still kissing me, leaving my skin red from his insatiable mouth and scratchy beard. My rear is sore-in a good way. I lean into him, stroking back his hair until he raises his head to claim my lips.
I break the kiss with a finger to his lips. “The dress was a good idea. Admit it.”
He grunts, refusing to confirm or deny. “From now on you only wear those dresses for me.”
The limo screeches to a stop. We’re a few blocks away from Billionaire’s Row, on a narrow one way street. There’s no one around.
“Where-“
Brick’s wolf growls, deep and low. It would unhinge my spine if I hadn’t heard it before. His eyes are bright, and he’s staring out the window.
In front of the limo, framed by the dark buildings and illuminated by the super moon, is a bright-haired figure.
Thaddeus.
“What’s he doing here?” I ask.
He’s walking slowly towards our front bumper. The moon light caresses his curved cheek.
“I’ll handle this.” Brick goes for the door, and I grab his arm.
“Wait. I don’t trust this.” When Thaddeus was lounging on his fake throne, he looked silly, but out on the street, he looks larger than life. Dangerous. “He’s up to something.”
“We did everything required. He has no claim on us. It’s time to make it clear that I’m his equal not his puppet. I can be a powerful ally or a deadly enemy.” But he waits, with my hand on his biceps, until I agree.
I swallow down my protest and force myself to nod. I wanted us to be a team, and we are. Now I have to trust him to be the alpha he is. “Be careful.”
“Always.” Brick lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my palm. “I won’t do anything to jeopardize your safety. Or the pack’s.”
I slide back into the depths of the seat, finding Brick’s suit jacket and covering myself. My heart is in my throat, choking me.
Brick exits the car, letting in a welcome blast of cool air, and carefully closes the door. As he strides to face off with the vampire king, I realize Thaddeus is almost as tall and built as Brick.
When Brick gets close, Thaddeus starts clapping. “Bravo, alpha.”
His condescension sets my teeth on edge.
Brick doesn’t seem to care. From what I can see of his face, he’s expressionless. “What do you want?”
“Just to offer my congratulations. This will be a night to remember.”
“Our part is over. We fulfilled our end of the deal.”
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