Page 51 of Wrestling With Werewolves

We’d go with her, obviously.

I can practically feel him rolling his eyes.

It’s not that easy, and you know it. Who would be Alpha if we were constantly gone?

I don’t know. Figure it out. Make a plan. Bite her as fast as you can so I can talk to her. He pauses for a moment. Please.

Navigating this connection between us has been odd, but for the first time, it occurs to me that I have the privilege of making decisions for the both of us. And he hasn’t agreed with a lot of mine lately.

He grumbles softly as I focus on the stack of paperwork on top of my desk. I haven’t seen Lola since the lake, and it’s late now. What did she do with the rest of her day? I left the girls to have fun, although I desperately wanted to stay and play.

Heat rushes through me. I need to see her, to touch her.

I need to dominate her. All wolves get off on power play, pack alphas more than most. Taking things slow couldn’t be farther from my desire.

Grabbing a small remote on my desk, I press the topmost button. A familiar buzz starts, the plug in my ass vibrating softly against my prostate. I groan as the vibrations travel through a silicone ring around my balls. Gods, does this feel better than normal, or is it because I’m so ready to fuck my princess, I can barely stand it?

I work my way through the last stack of order forms for the bar, heat building and swirling as my dick goes hard, my body tightening with need. Once I’m done in the office, I’m going to her place. If she’s already asleep, I’ll slip into bed with her, kiss her awake and then take her…maybe.

My cock drips precum as I grab the remote and press the second button. The head of the toy begins to move in and out, rubbing along my prostate as I hiss and arch backward, gripping the back of my chair as orgasm builds.

I let my mind wander, paperwork be damned. The sensation of being filled brings me to a vision of Lola with a strap-on, fucking me in our bed. Would she be interested in that sort of play? What about tying me up, blindfolded, and doing whatever she wanted? I’m a highly dominant lover, but godsdamn, sometimes I love being fucking taken by an omega.

Never another. Only her.

Yes, I agree with vehemence. Only ever her.

Finally, an agreement with him.

The scent of oranges and cream and jasmine fills my office as I smile and roll my hips. Gods, that scent is wired into my brain.

“Hello, Richard.” Her throaty voice comes from the doorway as I pop my eyes open.

Godsdamn, look at her.

She stands there in tight-ass jeans and a corset top that pushes her round breasts high. It accentuates the flare of her waist to perfect, athletic hips. Like always, she wears black studded bracelets. They’re rocker chic, but I’m getting Domme vibes.

Heat spikes, my ass clenching around the plug.

The soft sound of vibrating is audible in the room. Lola cocks her head to the side and smiles. “Connall told me I could find you here doing”—she winks—“paperwork.”

I sit upright, which forces the plug deeper into my ass. Holding back a desperate groan, I gesture to the stack of papers in front of me. “Paperwork’s right there, sweetheart.”

She stalks gracefully across the room and sits on the edge of my desk, scenting the air. “Doesn’t smell like paperwork in here.”

My brows lift. I like the direction this is going. “No? Why don’t you tell me what it smells like to you, Lola?”

Pitch-black eyes flash to mine as her dark cherry lips part into a seductive, knowing smile. “Arousal, Alpha. The air is soaked with it.”

My body clenches tight. “Can I help you with something, Princesa?”

She perfumes as if I commanded it, her pheromones filling the air. The scent wraps around my dick and tugs. There is no headier smell, no deeper instinct than an omega perfuming for her alpha.

Not just any omega. Luna, Big Daddy reminds me.

Our Luna, I whisper back, relieved to be in lockstep with him for once. I don’t know how to tell if she’s my Luna or not, but if he believes it, I can go along with that. She’s mine, and that’s all that matters.

She laughs, her throaty chuckle raising all the hair on the back of my neck as my eyes zero in on those gorgeous, plump lips. “Oh, I think maybe there’s something I can help you with, Richard. What do you think?”

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