He ran his hand over my opening and traced my wet folds, a knowing smirk crossing his face when he felt how moist and ready I was for him.
Then he circled my swollen clit and I writhed beneath him. When he finally pushed a finger deep inside my wet pussy and thrust it in and out, I arched up with a soft moan of pleasure.
These overwhelming sensations immersed me in feelings I thought I’d never feel again, bringing back memories of that magical night at the masquerade ball two years ago.
I needed him inside me now, wanted him to fuck me with that thick cock.
All of a sudden, he stopped and pulled away.
“This needs to stop. I’m not some mindless Alpha who fucks his employees in the office, but you’re pushing my self-control to its limits. You’re driving me and my wolf crazy, and that’s only happened to me once before. We need to figure this out somehow,” he said, sitting at the other end of the couch with his face buried in his hands.
Here I was, exposed to him, without panties and with a frustrated orgasm, and he just stopped? Now he wanted to “figure things out”? Screw that! Let him deal with his own problems since he decided to leave both me and my wolf hanging. Furious, I stood up and straightened my dress, looking around for my panties, but they were nowhere to be found. Great, second time in my life I’d lost my underwear. And now I’d have to go commando all day because I’d rather die than ask him about the panties he’d ripped off. Hell no.
I took a deep breath and decided to flip the script. I sat down, deliberately keeping my legs uncrossed, adopted my most professional demeanor, and grabbed my tablet.
“Alpha Draven, shall I bring you some herbal tea to help… settle your wolf?” I asked sweetly.
He looked at me like a frustrated puppy who’d had his favorite toy taken away. It was almost comical seeing such a powerful Alpha, who controlled a massive business empire, reduced to this state.
Rising to his feet, he gestured to the obvious bulge in his pants. “Maybe I should handle this problem myself,” he growled in frustration. Turning away, he added, “Caroline, I need a minute. Return to your desk.”
‘A minute? Is that enough?’ I wanted to say it so badly but feared he might get angry trying to prove himself. I decided to make a quick exit instead.
I walked to my office, but as I reached for the door handle, his amused voice stopped me.
“Forgetting something?”
My face burned. The bastard still had my panties, but I’d be damned if I asked for them back.
“No, Alpha.”
He dared to tease me, so before closing the door I shot back, “Alpha, a minute won’t be enough to satisfy me.”
I ran immediately after saying that, afraid he might catch me. But now my mind was filled with images of him stroking himself on that couch, probably using my panties while he did it.
Caroline’s POV
I grabbed a coffee and settled at my desk, my legs still trembling. Minutes later, an email from Alpha Draven arrived with tomorrow’s meeting preparations. I quickly got to work, and by the time pack members started arriving at the office, I had everything in order.
Clara walked in arm in arm with a woman and looked at me in surprise.
“Carrie, did you fall out of bed? Good morning!”
“Good morning, Clara! Alpha Draven asked me to come in early to prepare for tomorrow’s meeting.”
“That Draven. Don’t let him make this a habit.”
“I won’t, Clara. But it was good; I already have everything prepared.” I looked at her and smiled.
The woman beside Clara was eyeing me with an intriguing grin. She was striking-tall, tanned, with deep brown eyes behind stylish glasses. Her black hair fell just past her shoulders, and she wore a perfectly tailored suit that screamed power and elegance.
“Clara, Beta Ryan mentioned the new assistant was cute, but damn, she’s gorgeous!” Her voice was warm and playful. “She’s going to have this office in a spin.”
“Yes, Kyle, she’s very beautiful, and the stir has already begun,” Clara replied with a smile. “But let me introduce you. Kyle, this is Caroline Bennett. Carrie, this is Kyle, Ryan’s assistant. You’ll be working together a lot, but don’t worry, Kyle is a serious professional.”
“Carrie, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You can count on me, including chasing away the vultures that’ll be circling around you.” Kyle extended her hand, and I shook it, feeling that she would be a good friend.
“Pleasure to meet you, Kyle.”
We spent the morning working together, as Kyle and I needed to be in sync. Throughout the morning, my Alpha showed no signs of life. By eleven o’clock, we had everything adjusted, and from then on, we would work with the precision of a Swiss watch.
Kyle and I were going to have lunch together; Clara wouldn’t join us as she would spend the rest of the day in video conferences with the London branch. Kyle went to her office, and I finally got up to get some coffee when I heard a familiar whistle and looked up, smiling.
“Is it going to be like this every day, Ryan?”
“Well, Caroline, it wasn’t supposed to be, but what did you expect with that little dress? You know you’re beautiful. And your Alpha is in big trouble!” He replied with a mischievous smile. “Speaking of him, is he in his office?”
He had barely finished speaking when we heard the door open and my Alpha’s grumpy voice reprimand, “Ryan, I’ve warned you!”
When he looked at me, I saw fire in his eyes. He was devouring me with his gaze. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. “Alpha, would you like some herb tea to calm down your nerves?”
He narrowed his eyes and let out a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. Ryan watched the scene without understanding and asked his friend, somewhat confused, “Since when do you drink herb tea?”
“Since my assistant decided to test my patience,” he replied without taking his eyes off me.
I smiled and, very politely, placed my hand on my chest and said, “I would never do that, Alpha Draven! Beta Ryan, would you like me to bring you some coffee?”
“Yes, Caroline, please.”
I walked slowly to the break room, feeling their eyes on me. My wolf Rory was practically purring with satisfaction at how we’d managed to rile up the Alpha. He must have been regretting messing with me already.
I got the coffee and tea, arranged them on the tray, and just as I was leaving, Linda came in and approached me, reaching out to take the tray.
“Caroline, give me that, honey, it’s not your job.”
“Linda, I don’t mind. Let me take the coffee to the Alpha this time.” I smiled at her and left with the tray.
I reached the Alpha’s office door, gave a light knock, and entered. I walked gracefully, set the tray on the edge of the desk, placed the coffee cup in front of Ryan with a napkin, went around the desk, and in a rather provocative way, making sure my neckline was right in the Alpha’s face, placed the teacup in his hands. His eyes sparkled with understanding; he knew I was going to torture him, and with Ryan there, he couldn’t do anything about it.
When I turned to get the napkin, I “accidentally” let it fall to the floor. I bent down to pick it up, positioning my behind right in Draven’s line of sight, taking longer than necessary to grab the napkin and stand up. He growled, a deep rumbling sound that was pure wolf, and I knew I had put him in another awkward situation.
When I stood up, I noticed Ryan’s amused expression as he watched the scene unfold. I couldn’t care less. They were pack brothers, and I was sure my Alpha had mind-linked him everything.
But before I could say anything, Draven stood up, grabbed the napkin from my hand, and before I could let go, he spoke in that husky voice, his face close to mine, “Next time you stick that pretty ass out at me, I’m going to bend you over, forget you’re my assistant, and fuck you until you beg me to stop. Understood, she-wolf?”
I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants again. I gulped. Goddess! What is it about this Alpha? I was completely turned on again, my wolf Rory practically whimpering with need. But he was like a Norse god, a walking invitation to sin. I was totally screwed.
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