by Marilynn Fae
“Fluffed up,” he chuckles. “It’s thick, but they don’t have much more experience than you do and they are all much older. The job opening was for an intern. One who will be available for the next four months. The women who came in earlier tried to take her clothes off,” he says.
There’s a tightness in her chest that she knows sprouts from jealousy. She knows she shouldn’t feel that way. He is hardly hers to keep.
“She graduated ten years ago and was let go from her previous job for sleeping with her manager. She smelled so heavily of perfume that I took the cigar out just to wash away her scent.” He is burying his nose in her hair, breathing in deep, like he’s found something better to replace the woman’s scent.
“I thought I was here because you wanted to keep me close,” she mumbles, face burning red with embarrassment. She feels ridiculous now, to believe she would go as far as to hire her just because he misses her or-
“The position only existed because of you,” he tells her and he’s all but lifted her up and into his arms, trying to curl around her and hide her.
She sinks into his familiar warmth and her brain takes a moment to process what he had just said, only to short circuit again and she manages a muffled, “What?”
“You mentioned wanting an internship during the summer,” he continues. “So I opened the position for an intern in the company. And then there was the incident and I was too ashamed to push,” he says and lifts her up into his chest easily, one arm gripping the underside of her ass and the other around her waist to keep her balanced. She feels so small when he carries her like this, like a child. “I thought I had scared you off and came on too strongly.”
It’s the most she’s ever heard him speak and she doesn’t know what to make of all the words coming from his mouth. It’s more than she could have ever hoped for. “You- you have feelings for me?” she asks.
He frowns at her like she’s missing a few screws in her head. “Why would I spend time with you if I didn’t?”
She finally allows herself to think that he meant it when he said ‘love’ to her earlier. Maybe she isn’t just another notch on his bedpost. She files that away for later, when she isn’t perched on his lap with his arms around her.
“Now that you’re here, you will be spending the rest of summer with me,” he says and grins with all his teeth, immeasurably pleased with himself. He’s preening, rumbling a little, happy to have her back.
“But I don’t- the others are so much more qualified,” her lips move before she can stop herself.
“I don’t want any of them,” he says. “I want you. The only reason why the others are here is because I failed to check into the list of shortlisted candidates until a few days ago.”
“But Travis was out there talking to them and-”
He snorts. “Travis enjoys eye candy. But the position was opened for you. I wasn’t planning on hiring anyone else,” he leans in close and presses his lips to hers, chasing the rest of her doubts from her mind.
“What made you so sure I would apply?” she asks.
He arches a brow at her. “You are a very competitive young woman. I don’t doubt that you would apply to everything available for you.”
She chews on her lower lip, unable to deny it.
“Just a few days away from me and you’ve forgotten all your manners,” he chastises.
“My- my manners?” she stutters, feeling light-headed from the kiss. He has that effect on her.
“You have the job, pup. What do you say?”
She chews on her lower lip and he leans in to coaxed the soft flesh from between her teeth, kissing her with more gentleness than she’s ever experienced with him before. He pulls away before she has the chance to kiss him back. “Thank you,” she whispers, feeling a little confused.
“Did you miss me?” he asks.
She shakes her head and tries to deny it, but the lie doesn’t make it’s way past her lips. She knows better than to try and lie to him. His fingers linger around her throat, seeing the bruises that have long since faded away. She nods. “All the time,” she admits softly and he smiles, bittersweet and a little bit guilty.
“Does it still hurt?” he asks.
“No,” she whispers and loses herself in his dark eyes, the gentleness in his gaze. When he leans in to capture her lips, she parts them willingly, eager to taste him.
He tastes like the cigar he’s smoking and she can’t stop herself from chasing after that taste- the taste of them together and lose herself in him completely.
Chapter Six: Office Exhibitionism
After that, it only feels natural for him to tug her clothes off, his lips pressing against her skin like he’s committing every part of her body to memory. When his lips finally touch hers again, she surrenders to him easily, sucking his tongue into her mouth and running her own alongside it, giving a soft hum in her throat. Two of his fingers are tucked up in the long length of her hair and they pull. The thumb in her cheek digs in and a small part of her hopes it’ll bruise, that she would carry his marks on her skin again.
She feels her eyes start to prickle at the edges, tears threatening to leak out.
She doesn’t realize how much she’s missed this until he’s touching her again. She should never have tried to distance herself from him in the first place. It’s like learning how to breathe again, the weight lifting from her chest and making her feel more alive than she has in weeks.
She gives one last hard suck on his tongue, pulls off, and plants a kiss to his jawline. She misses that too. He has such an amazingly strong jawline. It’s impossible. She slides from his lap and settles between his parted legs, her nose pointed directly between his legs. Her hands reach out, fingers wrapping around his thighs. They’re so much bigger than hers and probably fifty times as strong. “Please,” she whimpers, letting her hands drift up, her thumbs brushing one another as they meet in the middle, tucked under the ‘v’ of his legs. “Please, Alpha,” she whines, letting her voice go low and pleading, ready to beg if necessary. She misses blowing him, misses his cock in her mouth, filling her.
“Sweet little pup,” he growls, the hand in his hair tugging back to watch her face as his other hand dives down to the leather belt and tug it free. She hears the clink of the belt, the rough slide of leather and then the sound of his zipper opening.
He tugs the waistband down, letting his cock come free and she wants to lean back and look, but the hand in her hair wrenches her forward before she has a chance and when she sucks in a breath, it’s hot and heavy, full of musk and her tongue darts out between her lips but he pulls her back before her mouth can make contact and his fingers are sliding past her parted lips into her mouth between her blunt teeth.
“Such a pretty mouth, pup,” he praises, pushing the tips of his fingers so deep he’s brushing the back of her throat. She hadn’t taken something so thick and hard in her mouth for so long that her body seems to have found it’s gag reflex and she chokes, spit edging out around the corners of her mouth. Feebly, she tries to stroke her tongue along the side of his fingers, but she can’t with his fingers inside of her mouth, prying it open so cruelly.
He pulls his fingers free with a low, “Good girl,” and then his cock is being slid past her lips, her head pressing close to his crotch, the thick hardness penetrating down her throat.
She can’t breathe with his cock lodged solidly in her mouth, pushing against the tip of her throat, and there’s just no space for air, but there’s none of the panic that she thought would come with choking on his cock. There’s a perverse familiarity with this, she thinks quietly to herself, enough that she isn’t afraid of actually being chocked.
He pulls out and she sucks in a desperate breath, filling in her lungs. Spit rails in heavy lines from her lips to the tip of his cock, dripping down onto the expensive leather chair and she reaches down to wipe it away with her fingers, but he shoves back in again with a low growl, tugging her hair tighter this time. She closes her eye
s and feels as his cock slides right past the tip of her throat and down, nose pressing up against the curl of hair on his pelvis.
She works her throat, trying to swallow around him. Her tongue is pinned solidly to the bottom of her mouth and she feels her throat trying to choke again, the corners of her lips straining to take his thick length in her mouth. Every time her throat spasms, she feels another rush of saliva and his fingers jerk against her, digging deeper, growling in a low rumbling low that seems to go on forever.
“That’s it, pup,” he purrs. “There’s a good girl,” he pulls back, letting her draw in a gasping inhale, and then slams his cock back in. Her jaw can’t physically open much more than this and the edges of her lips start to sting a bit, saliva leaking out.
He does it again and again, pulling back just as her vision is beginning to give in order to let her inhale, and then thrusting his cock back down her throat. She gags, eyes squeezing shut and going limp as he goes rigid, the fingers in her hair pulling hard enough to hurt as he shudders against her and comes down her throat.
She feels the warmth sliding down the back of her throat and she swallows as he pulls back again, lifting her up and immediately lowering her down onto his still-throbbing cock. His refractory period is insane.
She gasps as he sinks her onto his cock, impaling her on it. Her toes curl, arms wrapping around his neck to muffle the rest of her noises in the nape of his neck, not wanting the people outside to hear. If they’re all werewolves, then she’s fighting a losing battle anyways and they would have all heard her already.
He doesn’t pull off when her breath hitches and she lets out a sob, just presses harder and harder, pushing her down and pushing the head of his cock into her opening. She can’t help it, her walls clenching down around him, unable to keep herself from tensing.
“Relax, pup,” he rumbles, squeezing her ass, rubbing his other hand on the small of her back. “Relax,” he says and she opens her mouth, licking the salt of his sweat on his skin and breathing hard. She tries to relax, she really does, but it’s hard with his cock pulsing inside of her, trying to force it’s way in and go deeper.
He makes a low noise, like a rumbling car engine left on idle and her body has been trained to relax on the sound for so long that she doesn’t even have control over the way she stops struggling, her body taking him deeper than before. “Please,” she gasps, clenching and unclenching around his cock. “Please, please.” She doesn’t know what she’s begging for, but her body has started moving and she’s rocking forward, trying to get some friction.
“So lovely, pup,” he hums, giving her ass cheek a sharp smack. “So spoiled already.” He draws her back so he can press his lips on her chest, biting and suckling everywhere they can reach. She gasps, trying to pull herself back on her knees, press herself away form his lips as she whimpers and gasps.
He lifts her up suddenly, frowning and unhappy, like she isn’t giving him what he wants, and then he’s twisting them around so that she’s spread out on the chair. She makes a noise of protest, not wanting to get the chair dirty with her icky sweat, but before she can get a word out, three fingers are working their way inside her, crawling deeper, wriggling madly. She’s gasping, crying out and reaching her own hands between her legs to try and stop him because that’s too much too quickly.
He bats her hand away impatiently, growling in warning and she knows better than to try again.
“So tight,” he growls. “Did you not touch yourself while I was gone, baby?” he asks.
She doesn’t know. No, wait. That’s a lie. She does know. “Feels- feels weird when I do it,” she whimpers, wanting to clench her eyes shut but unable to stop herself from watching the way he’s opening her up, fingers disappearing in and out of her hole in quick succession. “I can’t-” she gasps. “I can’t make myself come without you.”
He grins at her, pleased and pulls his fingers out.
She can’t help giving a little whine of protest because she suddenly feels so empty.
“Shh,” he coos. “I’m going to take care of you, pup. There’s no need to fuss.”
She’s not fussing and she opens her mouth, intending to tell him exactly that, but he’s guiding the slick head of his cock against her opening and she’s too mesmerized by the sight of his thick length disappearing into her heat to say anything at all. “Oh,” she says, mouth going dry at the sight. “Oh, it’s so- it’s so big,” she says as if it’s the first time she’s seen it. She’ll never get used to how huge he is.
He grins, savagely pleased with himself, and slams forward without another word of warning.
She yells, instinctively grabbing him around the neck. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes because it hurts- it does every time he fucks her like this. It burns around the edges and she’s never felt so full in her life. She can feel him, how warm he is inside her. She thinks if she focuses hard enough, she can feel his heartbeat throbbing through his cock.
“That’s it,” he growls. “That’s it, love.” He stills, waiting for her body to get used to his sheer size and length, though his mouth is still moving, peppering kisses all over her face, her neck, everywhere his lips can reach. It’s too much- it’s just enough.
She comes apart just with his cock buried inside her, not even moving at all. And then- only then, does he start moving, prolonging her intense orgasm, making every nerve ending in her body come awake.
She’s almost ready to relax after her orgasm and chokes on her own breath as he slides out with a wet sound and slams back in, punching all the air out of her chest. His hands on her hips yank her back over and over, snapping their bodies together like a rubber band wound too tightly and pulled apart.
“Perfect,” he breathes. “So perfect, baby,” he growls. “Good girl, good pup. Gonna pump you up and fill you with come, get you heavy with pups.”
He thrusts like that a few times, pulling back and slamming back into her, fast and hard and strong, before falling into a rhythm.
“You like that, pup?” he growls.
She’s clinging to him tightly, trying to move and do something instead of just taking his cock inside her again and again.
“Like taking my knot inside of you, love?” he presses his hand on her stomach, where she can feel the head of his cock pressing against her insides.
She shakes her head. It’s too much. She’s too full already and he’s- he’s impaling her on his cock without care.
“Liar,” he growls, getting faster. “Nobody gets to fuck you like this. You’re all mine,” he snarls and she whimpers in an attempt to agree, but she’s making punched out little noises too because he’s still fucking her, still filling her up with his thick cock and making her whine. He slams forward and shoves her against the couch, then comes inside of her so much that she can feel it, wet and hot.
She can’t think, can’t speak, can’t breathe- she blacks out.
Chapter Seven: Public Indecency
When she opens her eyes, she’s lying on her back on his couch, feeling blissfully spent. She blinks blearily, looking around and gasping when her gaze finally lands on Jackson and he’s talking to people in the office- people wearing business suits.
She must have made a noise because suddenly they’re all turning to her direction. She tugs the jacket Jackson draped over her body closer up to her chest, but that only causes her lower body to be exposed and she makes another squeaking noise that she didn’t know she was capable of making.
“Stay there, pup. I’ll be over once I’m finished,” Jackson says like it’s perfectly natural for her to be half naked in the office while suited men discuss business right there. Some of the men blush when they look over at her, but none of them said a word.
She curls her legs up under the sheets, trying her best to remain hidden. His jacket is big enough to wrap all around her body without any parts peeking out and she alternates between staring curiously at the discussion they’re having in hushed, rapid tones, and glancing out th
e window at the view. It’s a beautiful view. If there weren’t so many people around and she wasn’t naked underneath Jackson’s suit, she would walk closer.
Jackson is easily the most handsome men in the group. He’s wearing a white suit underneath the black suit that he had given her and his muscles ripple impressively when he shifts.
She shifts a little and grimaces at the way come spills out from her tight hole, dripping onto the couch and between her legs. One of the men turns towards her then, nostrils flaring and she quickly looks down, blushing brightly. He moves as though wanting to get closer, but a low growl from Jackson warns him off easily enough.
He turns his attention away from her and she’s almost disappointed, but then Jackson moves away from the discussion table and steps up in front of her. “You want to come sit with me, puppy?” he asks. She must look as panicked as she feels because he chuckles and says, “Just try and nap a little more.” He leans down slides his hand between her legs tugging the suit out of the way so he can touch the come leaking from her hole.
“Alpha,” she keens, feeling rather sore there, but he slides his fingers inside of her while swallowing her protests with his mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips like he’s trying to proof a point.
When he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her, her brain melts out of her ear and she forgets about their audience and comes apart, shivering as she orgasms and gasps into his mouth, her body melting into a puddle.
He licks his own fingers clean as he returns back to the table and while there was tension in the room earlier, she can find none of that tension now. It’s like her being relaxed and content is enough to coax the others into relaxing as well. She wonders if that’s what she’s here for- stress relief.
