“He did express an interest in these designs, and surely he can’t hold the heat wave and resulting transport problems against me. I bet half of his office staff was late this morning.”
Mentally she added even you, but she knew better than to voice that opinion.
The low, amused chuckle right behind her stole her breath. Her tiger roared, and Ethel rolled her eyes.
“As to that I wouldn’t know. I am never late, and there is no excuse, but it seems Mr. Harold will see you after all.”
“Wh … what?” Lara gasped.
The large warm hand on her shoulder burned through the fabric of her jacket, and her tiger roared in joy before she dropped her head in submission.
“Make sure we are not disturbed, Ethel, will you? I will be incommunicado for the rest of the day. Perhaps the rest of the week.” The deep gravelly tones held an edge of command mixed in with faint amusement, and Ethel rolled her eyes.
“Certainly, Sir. I would advise against it, but I know that would be useless. But, Sir, really, this one, really?”
Lara’s tiger roared at the hidden insult, and Jamison shifted his hand to Lara’s neck. His claws left painful pinpricks of awareness in her sensitive skin, and Lara’s beast quieted instantly.
“You are forgetting your station, Ethel.” This time those deep tones sounded annoyed, and Ethel bent her head.
“I’m sorry. Your private affairs are of course none of my business. I just thought your choice would be someone…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes widened when Jamison’s tiger growled.
Lara hung onto her composure by a mere thread. The vibrations of that growl traveled right through her and her clit clenched in need. She had never believed the tales of instant lust and fantastic sex that came with finding your mate, not to mention this feeling of belonging that made her want to sink to her knees in front of Jamison and surrender all control.
“Ethel, you know enough to not question this. And you would be wise to remember that I will protect my mate with my life.”
Lara couldn’t help her sigh at the reverent way he said mate, as though she was the most important person in his life. They had only just met. How could this be possible? How could she need this man with every fiber of her being? How could the thought of not being with him hurt as though her heart was cut in half?
It made no sense, yet it made perfect sense. It was too much to wrap her head around so Lara simply stopped trying and meekly followed Jamison when he steered her through the doors to his office. He shut and locked the doors and then stood just watching her.
Lara shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. She looked a mess. Surely it should be a law or something that a woman looked her best when she met her mate?
She sensed rather than saw him shift his large frame behind his desk.
“Let me see these proposals then, Lara.”
The way her name rolled off his tongue had her insides tighten in need, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache between her legs.
“Proposals?” she asked.
His smile was sin itself and Lara had to remind herself to breathe. He was utterly gorgeous, and her tiger wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and drink in his essence.
“This is why you came here, Lara? You’re not clutching those files just to shield your luscious curves from me, are you?” He winked at her, and Lara gasped.
“No, of course not.”
His smile deepened and he tipped his chair back and rested his large feet on his desk. Lara didn’t miss the not so subtle adjustment of the bulge straining against the zipper of his trousers, before he interlinked his long fingers and rested his forefingers on his lips. It drew her attention to his full, sensuous mouth, and she had to clear her throat several times before she could continue.
Something in the quiet way he was studying her gave her the umph to fight for what she came here for. There was little doubt they would act on the sexual pull between them. The air fair crackled with their chemistry, their tigers straining to connect in all the ways they would.
However, she had come here to fight for this contract, a contract her firm desperately needed. Ruthlessly she squashed down her agitated beast and launched into her well-practiced pitch.
Half an hour later Lara held her breath, as Jamison stood at the floor to ceiling windows. With one hand braced on the glass and the other hanging loose by his side he looked a picture in concentration. If only she knew what he was thinking. Her employees were depending on her, and she had been so befuddled by his aura that she was sure to have fluffed her pitch.
This was business and she knew without the shadow of a doubt that he would not let his emotions or his cock rule his decisions. He had shown her that in a myriad of ways during her presentation. In the intent way he listened to her, his pertinent questions, and the careful way he hadn’t touched her, not once. Had he done so she would have lost it completely.
As it was her body was a mass of sensation, coiled for action. Her tiger had never been so close to the surface, and she wasn’t surprised to look into the eyes of his beast when he finally turned round. She knew he would see the same need reflected in her eyes.
“You make an excellent case, Lara,” he finally said and smiled. A smile that showed his fangs, and her stomach hollowed out. Her tiger almost purred in submission and Jamison’s answered. They stood staring at each other until finally Jamison broke the silence with a hoarse, “The contract is yours, my tigri.”
Lara shut her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She sensed his approach rather than heard it. As silent as any predator, he circled her, and when his hands settled on her shoulders, she let her head fall back against his chest. He lifted her hair off her damp neck, and she panted her need when he ran his fangs along the sensitive skin there.
“Mine,” he growled. His hot breath set sensitized nerve endings alight and her tiger whimpered her submission. One hard arm round her waist, he drew her back against him, until the unmistakable evidence of his erection dug into her ass. She ground her hips against him and he wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes and she gasped.
“That all you got, big boy?”
His tiger’s growl vibrated through her and before she could even blink he had her pinned face down on his desk. One hand on her neck, he held her down until she could barely breathe. Arousal kicked through her veins in hot waves of anticipation and she squirmed under him. He kicked her legs apart and with one sharp flick of his clawed hand her skirt was in tatters. Her thong met a similar fate and cool air hit her swollen folds until his hand came down hard on her exposed ass.
She fought against him, but it was useless. He had her in an iron grip and Lara reveled in her helplessness. Every sharp swat to her butt heated her skin and made her tiger purr. Arousal coated the tops of her thighs and ran down her leg, and he murmured his approval when he ran his fingers through her soaking slit.
“Don’t move.” The warning growl in her ear came out of nowhere, just as his hand lifted off her neck. Lara felt curiously bereft and then gasped as first her jacket and then her shirt too ripped from bottom to top. He pulled them over her head and then used the ends to tie her hands together behind her back. With her breasts squashed against the oak desk, his files digging into the exposed skin of her tummy, she was as helpless as a newborn lamb. Another swat to her hot ass followed and this time she couldn’t stop her groan of need. The sting spread and traveled straight to her clit. She wriggled in a vain attempt to use the edge of the desk to create some friction on that needy bundle of nerves, but of course he noticed.
“I said don’t move, tigri.”
She froze and groaned when he used her hair to pull her torso off the desk until she was standing between his legs, half on, half off the desk. The bruised skin of her ass smarted when he rubbed his still clothed cock along it. His free hand cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb across her nipple. The alre
ady hard little bud firmed further and she panted her need when he allowed his tiger claws to run out. With a few well-placed flicks her bra fell away and her breasts tumbled forward.
He murmured his approval in her neck, where his rough tongue licked a path of awareness across her sweat slicked skin.
“I love the way you taste, tigri, and I can’t wait to taste you properly.” He inhaled deeply and Lara’s heart skipped a beat, as he used both his hands to cup her breasts. His claws dug into her skin, little painful pricks of sensation that pitched her need for his possession higher still.
“Would you like me to lick that delicious pussy? Will you squirt your cream into my mouth and come for me like my little tigri should?”
“Yes … god yes. Anything, please … just do something.”
Another swat to the inside of her thigh this time took her breath away. He turned her head and their lips met in a hungry fusion of need and lust. She whimpered into the kiss and he gentled his hold on her, while taking the kiss deeper. Lara lost herself in the assault on her senses as his essence exploded on her tongue. He kissed her in the same thorough manner he seemed to do everything else. It was a brand, a claim on her very soul, and she surrendered into his possession with a growl of her own. His tiger answered and when he released her to draw much needed air into her oxygen starved lungs the depth of emotions in his golden eyes blew her away.
“You’re mine. I shall never let you go, my little tigri.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and he kissed them away and murmured endearments along her skin, before he claimed her mouth again. He released her lips with a bite hard enough to draw blood and he licked that drop of fluid away with another growl. Jamison delivered little bites along her skin and then took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled and then pushed her breasts together to be able to give both of the aching nubs equal attention.
Lara wriggled against him, as every suck shot darts of need to her clit. Her pussy clenched and more of her juices trickled out of her channel and down the inside of her thigh. His tiger growled and the air grew heavy with the scent of their combined arousal.
“Please … please.” She panted her plea in between gaps of breaths and jerked when he rubbed his leg along her soaking slit. She would leave a wet stain on his trousers and she smiled at the thought of leaving her own mark on him.
He brought his lips back up to hers for another heart-stopping kiss and then pushed her back onto the desk.
The rustle of clothing told her that he was undressing, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his thighs touched hers. He rubbed his cock along her slit, parting her pussy lips, and she groaned when he repeated that move over and over. From her clit all the way back to her anus, he rubbed the thick and oh so hot tip of his thick shaft and she wriggled to get closer.
She groaned when his fingers replaced his cock and his thumb pushed past the tight ring of muscle of her forbidden hole at the same time as his tongue tunneled into her aching channel.
He hummed and lapped at her juices like a man starved of water and Lara pushed herself against that incredibly long tongue. The friction he created had her body clambering for release and her internal walls quivered and shook, desperately trying to hold onto the tongue working its sweet magic on her body.
Closer and closer he pushed her to that elusive edge, two of his fingers now thrusting in and out her ass in tune with his tongue fucking her greedy cunt.
His nose nudged her clit and when he growled against her core the added vibration was the last push she needed. Lara screamed her release, shuddering under the onslaught of his tongue and fingers. He did not let up until the last of her shudders had subsided. Then he released her bonds and molded his naked torso against hers. Flattened and held down by him, she was surrounded, his scent and the hard feel of his muscles pinning her in place. Her claws sliced through the oak of his desk when he pushed his cock into her hole with one hard, all-encompassing thrust. She was so wet that he slid right in, impaling her, until he was lodged so deep he nudged her cervix. The slight pain made her toes tingle and her beast growled her approval.
Jamison’s tiger answered and the man pulled out only to slam back into her. His balls hit her clit and Lara locked her knees and pushed against him with every thrust. One hand on her hip, the other wrapped in her hair, Jamison fucked her with all the passion she’d missed from her previous sexual encounters. Not that there had been many. She had always been too focused on work to give sex much thought, and it had never been as hot as this. Jamison wasn’t taking it easy on her, and her tiger reveled in the possession.
“You. Are. Mine. And. I. Am. Going. To. Fuck. You. So. Hard.” A brutal thrust, aimed at her sweet spot deep inside, punctuated every word, and Lara’s walls clenched around his thick length.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, so good, so tight. Milk me, tigri. Claim me right back. That’s it … Fuuuck.”
He stepped up his rhythm, ramming her into the desk. His cock lengthened and pulsed, warning her how close he was to release, and Lara screamed as he bit her shoulder. His fangs sank in and her whole body convulsed with the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of white hot arousal washed over her until the world narrowed to just his bite and the feel of his cock as it pummeled her inside.
Their sweat-slicked skin slid against each other, and he grew still. He groaned into her neck and she went over a third time as he pumped his seed deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.
How long they lay sprawled along his desk Lara could not determine. Floating as she was on a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, she moaned the loss of his body heat when he finally moved. He licked the wound on her neck, sending her into another shudder, and her tiger purred in bliss. She smiled at Jamison’s answering yip, and then she was up and sitting in his lap. Somehow he had managed to pull his trousers back on. Lara wasn’t sure he had ever taken them completely off and she giggled at the thought of their passion being so overpowering that he couldn't wait to claim her.
Jamison cuffed her chin and the laughter lines around his eyes deepened when she smiled back at him. He kissed her nose and she shivered. Now that her body was cooling down the air conditioning was cold, and she gratefully accepted his proffered jacket with a rueful grin at her ruined clothes.
“I’ll get Ethel to buy new ones. Until that time I will just have to hold you hostage right here.”
Lara smiled and nipped the corded muscles in his neck with her teeth. He groaned and his cock jerked and hardened under her ass. Her fangs grew and she straddled him, instinct guiding her on. She fumbled with his zip and he helped her by lifting his hips, freeing his dick. Their eyes locked and he grasped her hips, guiding her over his shaft until she was in the right position to lower herself over him.
They both hissed as she seated herself on him. Lara rocked her hips and Jamison tilted his head. She closed her eyes and let her tiger free. Jamison jerked as her fangs broke his skin and Lara screamed. He took over, thrusting up into her, until she didn’t know where she started and he began. Lara simply rode the waves of ecstasy consuming her until they hit their release together. She collapsed on top of him, his thundering heartbeat under her ear the sweetest sound ever.
“I have a confession to make, you know.” He helped her sit up straighter, already hardening inside of her again, and Lara moaned at the sensations. She couldn’t help her wriggle and he dug his hands into her hips to hold her still.
“I love your enthusiasm, tigri, but you need to hear this.”
Lara pouted but his serious expression made her freeze. He leant down to kiss her. Just a whisper of a touch on her lips, so sweet and tender that her heart turned over in her chest, and she had to bite back the words of love bubbling on her tongue.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw a picture of you in the papers. You had just received your award for excellence.”
“Oh?” She looked at him and frowned. “But that was a year ago.”
A slight flush sp
read across Jamison’s cheekbones and he looked uncomfortable.
“I know, but I wasn’t looking to settle down.” He smiled ruefully and traced his mark on her shoulder with his thumb. An involuntary shudder went through her and she clenched around his now rock hard cock. His groan trembled through her and she did it again, loving the way he tensed, and his breathing sped up. It was good to see him as much in thrall of this mating bond as she was.
“I never believed this.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her mark. “This would happen to me. I didn’t want or need a mate, so even though my tiger was going spare trying to claim you, I reined him in. It was relatively easy. I’m not in the country that often and having a great big ocean between us kinda helped.”
He smiled at her and she rocked herself up and down his cock, making them both gasp for breath.
“So when I contacted you this time, why didn’t you run for the hills?” she asked.
Again that flush spread across his cheekbones and she giggled. He looked cute enough to eat when he did that.
“What, the great Jamison does not have an answer for that?”
He grasped the back of her neck and kissed her instead. Hard, bruising, it made her heart beat faster and her cunt clench around him. He growled into the kiss and she kissed him back, putting all of her emotions into it.
When he released her, the emotion in his eyes blew her away.
“I’m a businessman first and foremost. I only employ the best and I’d been keeping an eye on you. I loved the designs you did for other people, and everyone I talked to sang your praises. So, I had to give you a chance. I was convinced I could control this, and then you stepped into the lift and I was…”
“Lost?” she asked.
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