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I grab the remote for my toy and slide it across the desk to her. “You’re the ranking wolf here. Do what you want to me.”

Her wolf’s amber flashes through her eyes as she grabs the remote, eyeing the buttons. “What does each one do?”

“That doesn’t matter as much as the outcome,” I say on a growl. “Start pressing and see what happens.”

A soft click sounds as she presses one of the buttons, and the plug starts ramming me with fast, insistent strokes. Gritting my teeth, I fall forward over the desk, digging my claws in as I groan around the swirling, building pleasure.

Lola chuckles again and clicks the setting off. “That’s a little much. You’ll be coming in half a second, Alpha, and I like this game.” Omega command enters her voice with her next statement. It could only ever hit me as hard as it does if she belonged to me—yet another sign that she’s fated to be mine.

“Lean back, Richard, and take your pants off.”

That command slams into my chest and spreads heat outward from my heart. I could no sooner deny her than stop breathing.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER - LOLA

Iwas with Lou and Morgan almost all day. We went downtown and then came back for dinner. It was a blast, but my mind was never far from Richard. Eventually, I ran across Connall and learned Richard does paperwork in his office most nights.

So, here I am.

And, moons, the sight before me is overwhelming. The air is saturated with the combined scents of our arousal. My heart races, fingers twitching on the small remote in my hand.

Richard leans back in his office chair, dark eyes locked onto mine. Big Daddy’s green shines through them as he unzips his jeans and slides them down his muscular hips. His cock springs free, bobbing up toward his stomach. It’s absolutely covered in precum. My mouth goes dry, the urge to drop to both knees and worship him so strong, I nearly do it.

But this slow game we’re playing, this tease, I’m enjoying it far too much.

Richard shifts the pants to his knees and slides them off his legs, kicking them away.

I take a minute to admire the sheer power of his body. Thick, muscular thighs. A perfect, girthy cock with a swollen knot the size of my fist at the base. A thick silicone ring around his sack and knot accentuates the sheer size of it. It’s connected to a strip of silicone that disappears between his thighs. Goddess, he’s wearing a plug; he must be. That’s got to be what’s vibrating. And the idea of this alpha edging himself in the office, probably thinking about me, has me ready to leap on top of him.

His shirt is still buttoned, giving me a hint of flexed, taut abs covered in tattoos. Richard’s chest heaves softly, and by the time I meet his gaze, slick flows from me like a fountain.

I jerk my head toward his button down. “Take that off.” I’ve never commanded a man like this, but somehow, it comes naturally with him.

His nostrils flare, but he unbuttons the denim shirt and opens it wide, giving me a better view of his naked chest and stomach. “Play with me,” he commands on a growl, placing both hands on the arms of his desk chair.

I can’t look away from his beautiful body, so I start in the top left corner of the remote, mashing the first button. The humming vibration slows, and he relaxes, a soft smile coming to his face. It goes predatory as he stares at me. “Slow and steady is nice.”

But based on the sheer state of him and the steady drip from his cock, I suspect he’s been doing this for a while, so I mash button number two. The vibration picks up, and his eyes roll into his head, which falls back against the chair.

Heat flares between my thighs. Goddess, I want that knot. It seems to expand further as his dick bobs and drips a sticky stream of seed onto his abs. His fingers tighten around the chair arms, his wolf’s claws slipping out as wood splinters and cracks.

A soft growl rumbles from my throat, my wolf right up front for the show. I can feel her desire as deeply as my own—she wants to see Big Daddy again. And I need more of the scene playing out in front of me.

Richard’s abs flex under tattooed, copper skin. Without looking away, I feel for the third button and press it. He jerks, back arching as his lips curl into a snarl. The chair arms splinter to bits, and he lets go with his right hand, bringing it over his head to hold on to the chair’s back. His hips begin to roll softly, his thighs trembling and flexing as his eyes spring open.

I’m so wet and turned on, I debate jumping him and sinking onto that beautiful knot. But I’m on button three of six, and I’m desperate to know what happens with the rest.

“Don’t come yet,” I command, depressing the fourth button. Pink dusts his angular cheeks as he runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper waves.

Richard snarls and snaps, his hips jerking as precum spurts from him, the flow heavier than before. His eyes still don’t leave mine, but his mouth drops open, his panted breaths rapid-fire as he stares at me like he wants to eat me alive.

“What would it be like for you to unleash on me?” I murmur. “Would you be violent, Richard?”

“Fuck yes.” He shifts forward and reaches for me. “An alpha’s job is to protect everyone, but his omega is another story. She’s where he unleashes, sweetheart. She’s HIS resting place. His sweetest torment. His hottest fuck. Sweet nothings aren’t a pack alpha’s style. Dominance, that’s what I want.”

I stand just out of his reach and kick my flip-flop off, putting my foot in the middle of his chest. Pressing on his chest with my arch, I shove him against the chair and press the fifth button.

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