I shrug. “It’s not my problem that you find it distracting.”
He’s not amused. In fact, his expression turns murderous. “It is if I catch
Aiden Adalwulf leering at you again.”
My pulse rate triples. I thought Blackthroat acted ultra-protective of me back there. I love it, but I can’t let him get away with it. “The only one who leers at me is you. -Sir.”
He glares, but I raise a brow right back. A gold sheen flickers over his dark brown eyes, startling me.
I can’t move, can’t speak. The air between us is too thick to breathe.
A rap on the door announces the arrival of our food.
Brick breaks our mutual stare. “Enter.”
I grab my napkin and spread it over my lap while the waiters serve plate after plate of steaming food. “Did you order the whole menu?” There’s two of everything. Two steaks, two baked potatoes, two lobsters in their shell. “How much of this do you expect me to eat?”
“At least half.”
I make a strangled noise, and in the right corner of his mouth, his lips turn up. Not much- but it’s the start of a rare smile. I’ll take it.
We eat in a semi-comfortable silence.
If anyone told me a month ago that Brick Blackthroat would take me to lunch-working or not-I would have laughed my ass off.
He barely lowers himself to interact with anyone who isn’t part of his executive team. He certainly doesn’t socialize with them.
Yet here we are. It’s incomprehensible, really. The only answer I can come up with is that he enjoys me. Not just that he’s attracted to me-I already knew that was true-but he actually can stand being around me-something I can’t say about him with anyone other than his inner circle.
The idea is exhilarating. I’ve won over the Big, Bad Boss.
When we finish eating, I bring the conversation back to the day’s events. “Aiden Adalwulf was trying to fuck with you. You didn’t let him, and he left. You won.”
Blackthroat pushes his empty plate away and his voice drops to a growl. “If he touches you again, I’ll destroy him.”
Oh, wow. That’s, um, kinda hot.
“You’re going to do that anyway.”
“Not in business.” He doesn’t elaborate, and he doesn’t seem like he’s joking. He grips the water glass so tightly it cracks.
“I’m glad you restrained yourself. It’d be tough to explain murder to the investors.” I put my napkin on the table and add as casually as I can, “Is that why you took me here? To console me?”
He grunts.
“What is this, Mr. Blackthroat? Because it feels an awful lot like a date.”
He gives me that look of patent scorn he’s perfected. “Definitely not.”
Brick
I’m an alpha, born to privilege and bred to take my place at the head of the pack but Madi destroys all my control.
I shouldn’t be here, alone, with the little human whose scent drives me wild.
It was too much facing off with my enemy. I had to get Madison out of that building, away from Aiden Adalwulf, but now that I’ve brought her here-now that I’m sitting beside her hot little body, I remember how it feels to be inside her. To master her. Her scent infiltrates my senses. Her suggestion that we’re on a date made me imagine all kinds of dirty things I would do with her if she were my date.
“Was this a reward, then?” There’s a suggestion in her tone. “For my good behavior back there?”
She’s tempting me. Reminding me of how I reprimanded her when she misbehaved.
And now I desperately want to reward her in the way she desires.
Before I can think, I shove the table back and pull Madi onto my lap. My hand dives between her legs, cupping her heat over the fabric of her dress. I’m rubbing my middle finger along the outline of her slit without my brain giving my hands permission to touch.
To claim.
To own.
She gasps and leans back against me, spreading her legs wider.
She wants this.
I catch and squeeze her breast with my free hand as my finger finds the edge of the gusset of her panties and slides under.
She squirms at the contact. The hit of the scent of her arousal sends my brain further offline. I’m on autopilot now, my body taking what it needs from her. Delivering what I need to give her.
My finger sinks into her wet heat and her squirms drive it deeper. My mouth opens and finds her neck. It’s somewhere between a kiss and a bite. I crave her taste. I want to devour her.
We’re miles from the office, all alone. I had this room soundproofed when I renovated the restaurant. Whatever’s spoken in this room, not even a shifter standing just outside the door could hear. But I’m not sure I’m capable of stopping if that weren’t the case.
“You show up, strutting around in those damn dresses and high heels-“
“You gave me these heels.”
My finger drives deeper. Her ass moves over my dick, driving me mad.
“I should spank you again.” I barely recognize my own voice, it’s so rough. My wolf is close to the surface. It’s dangerous for her to be with me. Alone.
But I can’t let her go.
Her breath is coming in pants. The musk of her arousal grows stronger. “Maybe you should,” she agrees.
In a flash, I’m standing, lifting her from my lap and placing her on her hands and knees on the booth seat. I pull the skirt of her dress up to her waist and smack her ass. She wiggles for more.
I tug her dress up further, but it doesn’t go far. It’s too tight. “This damn dress,” I growl. “You’re never to wear it again.”
“And if I do?” Her voice is the exact wavelength of temptation. “What will you do about it?”
Oh, she’s begging to be punished.
I smack her harder, and she gasps. She’s so fragile. I’ll have to remember that.
“Discipline you properly.”
Her ass is a thing of beauty. Plump and round, with a divine jiggle when I swat her. I start lightly and listen closely for any whimper or cries. She’s silent, holding her breath as if she’s waiting for more, so I lay down a heartier slap. She hisses, but her scent intensifies. And scents do not lie.
“This is for your smart mouth.” I spank her again, then grip her heated flesh. I want to bury my face in her. I dip my fingers lower. She’s sopping wet.
I know what I’m eating for dessert. I rip her panties off. “On your back,” I command.
She turns around and looks up at me, and she eases back, face and neck flushed, eyes bright. Her pussy unfurles like a petal in front of me. My mouth waters.
I reach up and slide my hand into the window between her breasts.
“This is for driving me mad.” I lick her soaked slit. Ambrosia. Tangy and sweet, with a touch of nutmeg. She bucks, and I grip her bottom hard with my free hand, holding her still as I feast. I find her clit and circle it until she’s writhing on her back, pushing her hips to offer her pussy up. Once I’ve lapped up all her sweetness, I plunge my tongue deep into her and savor her moans. My beard scrapes the inside of her thighs. I’ve never wanted to leave marks before, but Madi is different.
I have to remember to be gentle with her. I rise up and lean over her, replacing my tongue with two strong fingers and a thumb at her clit. She’s hot and tight, her pussy sucking on my fingers. My pants are too tight for my cock.
I’ve lost control.
“You’re going to come for me, baby. Scream all you want, no one can hear.”
Her juices soak my cuffs. I rub the inside of her pussy walls, massaging her G-spot. She’s gripping the edge of the table.
I tighten my grip on her breast. “Come.
Now.”
Her body seizes, responding to my command. Her head thrashes back and forth, her eyes glaze as she pants through her orgasm.
“Beautiful, baby. That’s beautiful.”
Her eyelashes flutter. My phone rings.
Fuck. What I’ve done is so far outside the bounds of propriety, of what’s expected of me as a boss and allowed as an alpha.
I swore I’d keep my dick in my pants with Madison. Technically, I have, but considering my tongue and fingers have been inside her, I’d say I royally fucked up again.
I’m hunting what I can’t eat. It’s not fair to Madi, and next time, I’m not so sure I won’t lose control.
“Madi.”
She smirks. “So you do know my name.”
I yank my phone from my pocket to silence it, then clear my throat. “I didn’t mean to do that again.” I pull her skirt down and help her to sit up. Where in the hell are her panties?
I spot them ten feet away where I must have tossed them. I go to fetch them, but I don’t give them back. Only because they’re ripped-I owe her a new pair. Not because I’m going to wrap them around my dick later to have her scent when I release this pent-up aggression.
“I didn’t hate it.” She stands. Her tone of voice conveys total satisfaction.
“I’m sending you home for the rest of the day.”
“To think about what I’ve done?” Her tone is playful. She stretches, yawning, and for a moment reminds me of my wolf. I’m still inches away from tearing her clothes off and fully having my way with her, but I sense his triumph over satisfying her.
And least there’s that.
“Definitely.” I force out the word. “I expect total compliance in the future.”
It takes everything I have not to fold her over the table and fuck her raw. Not to smack that ass again until she begs me to stop. But I can’t. I need to get her down to the limo, put her in it, and send her home, far away from me.
Brick
I don’t go back to the office. If I did, all the wolves would smell Madison on me. Besides, my wolf has to be let out.
I head straight to the Berkshires to try to run off this agitation.
My pack joins me at dusk when I’ve managed to pull myself together enough to lead them on a hunt.
I pace forward on all fours, nose low to the ground. On either side of me, dark shapes slip through the trees, quiet as shadows. Nickel’s a flash of white on my left. A ripple in the brush, and Vance’s orange and black wolf emerges at my right flank.
Ahead, Sully waits for us. He’s a massive black nightmare of a wolf, black from his snout to the tip of his tail. He stands downwind, one with the shadows. Only his gleaming eyes and a prickling sensation in my fur gives him away.
I head toward him and follow his pointed snout to catch the scent he’s scouted for us. Down the hill, a healthy buck grazes in the moonlight.
We keep our lands well preserved. The forest is full of game, the lakes and streams full of frogs and fish.
I lead the pack in a circle around our prey, keeping downwind. It’s no easy feat for thirty plus wolves to stay silent and keep from alerting the rest of the forest of our presence, but the wolves at my back are the best of the pack. I sense their power, their control, and lead them as an alpha.
On my signal, we race forward. The buck crashes into the underbrush, fleeing uphill.
Werewolves run faster than regular wolves. Our prey has no chance.
The end comes swiftly. I deliver the killing blow, imagining Aiden Adalwulf’s neck under my teeth. Blood sprays, spattering my muzzle.
Behind me, Billy starts up a victory howl. The rest of the hunting pack drop to their haunches and join in.
Overhead the moon limns the tops of the trees.
It’s a full moon in two nights. That’s why we’re all on edge, why Aiden Adalwulf did something so reckless to provoke us.
I could blame the moon for my loss of control with Madi. But I know better. I was raised to be Alpha. There’s no excuse for losing control.
Back at the mansion, Liz and Dane have set up rows and rows of tables for us on the lawn. Each table groans under the weight of a feast. Shifting back and forth takes a lot of energy, and a werewolf can eat the equivalent of a human Thanksgiving meal after every hunt.
Half the pack shifts back to human form and waits for me to eat first. I shift back with a crack of bones and walk naked to grab a t-bone. “Eat,” I order and pad barefoot to the forest’s edge.
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