Page 53 of Wrestling With Werewolves

He howls and pants, one hand coming to my ankle. His muscular hips buck and rock, his cock bobbing and dripping.

“Tsk tsk, Alpha,” I chide on a laugh. “You’re making a mess.”

A ragged growl rips from his throat, full of Big Daddy’s alpha tone. When he speaks, it’s a combination of two voices that I hear.

“So clean me the fuck up, omega.” His eyes narrow, his grip on my ankle tightening.

I pull out of his grip and lift my chin defiantly. “I’m not done pressing buttons, Richard.”

He shifts up out of the chair so fast, I barely track the movement, caging me on the desk between his big arms. His dick presses into my belly, wetting my corset as his mouth hovers above mine. “I’m a hair’s breadth from exploding all over you. Take it back to one before I lose my fucking mind.”

His demand is laced with a pack alpha’s dominance. Obediently, I press the first button. The sound of the plug’s vibrations dies down as he grabs the remote from me and tosses it on his desk.

He stands and backs up a step, his dick spearing the air between us. “Take your clothes off.”

I push away from the desk edge and pull my shirt over my head. His big hands reach around me, expertly unclasping my bra. He yanks it off and tosses it over his shoulder.

Voices echo from the corridor. I freeze. Goddess, it sounds like a whole group of monsters. Richard grabs me and flips me, placing my hands flat on the desk surface. His hips press against my ass, his breath warm on my ear. “Let’s play a little game, naughty girl. I’m going to get you off, Lola, and I don’t want you to make a sound.”

I whimper, but his hand comes to my mouth and muffles the noise.

“Silence,” he hisses into my ear. “Or else you’ll be punished.”

Oh, fuuuuck. What kind of punishment would he mete out? I want to know—I really, really want to know.

But he’s not done commanding me. “Reach down and unzip your pants. Shove them down as far as you can. Be quiet.”

The voices come closer, and his damn office door is halfway open. My body is alive with electric energy, fueled by the terror of getting caught. I unzip my pants, and his hands come to mine and help push the jeans down my thighs to my knees.

His big hand slides up between my breasts to grip my throat, his lips still brushing the shell of my ear. “That noise is the gnome cleaning crew. They like to play music and fuck around while they’re cleaning. Their hearing is excellent, though.”

I bite my lip to hold back a whine as his grip on my throat tightens hard enough that black stars dance across my vision. His breath is warm on my ear, his body all hard planes at my back as he slips his right hand between my thighs. I jerk at the sensation of being touched by him like this for the first time. My mouth falls open when two fingers slip between my legs, curling to stroke my pussy lips with a gentle, practiced touch.

“Fucking soaked,” he says on a growl. The following chuckle tightens every inch of my body, pussy clenching on nothing until he slips two fingers inside and strokes.

I gasp and move my hands to grab at his arms, a needy moan leaving my mouth before I remember to quiet the sound.

“Did you hear something?” a tiny voice floats in from the corridor outside.

Tension amps, my heart racing as I consider what would happen if the cleaning crew showed up in the doorway. Would Richard even stop? Or would he just?—

“I won’t stop now,” he croons into my ear like he read my mind. “So unless you want them to see the princess being fucked by her big alpha, be quiet.” A throaty laugh rumbles from him, tickling the side of my neck. “Or maybe you like that, hmm? Does it thrill you to think anyone could walk in and see me fucking this sweet pussy with my fingers? Does that turn you on, imagining them bearing witness while you fall apart?”

Slick drips from me like a waterfall as I hold on to his forearm for dear life. His fingers move with steady, deep, slow strokes, hitting my G-spot with every pass as I pant and beg in silence, my mouth open, hard nipples aching and desperate for his touch. His chest is hot against my back, searing my skin like a brand.

When he moves backward, putting space between our upper bodies, I almost cry out from the loss of his warmth. But then he curls over me and licks a flat, hot path up my spine to my neck. He breathes in, scenting me as I perfume like crazy for him. Another rough lick sends flares of heat along my neck and shoulders as I shudder.

Richard’s teeth clamp slowly down on a spot where my neck and shoulder meet, his fingers tightening around my throat. His other hand works faster between my thighs, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit with every pass.

He releases the shallow bite. “Come, Lola.”

And come, I fucking do. Everything in me builds and swirls until pulsing, throbbing ecstasy radiates from my pussy outward. Richard groans softly as I clench around his fingers, slapping a hand over my mouth to hold the scream that threatens to overcome everything. I curl over the desk, trying to close my thighs against a wash of pleasure so strong, my vision goes black, hearing disappears, and everything turns inward to the bliss.

I don’t know how long it goes on for, just that when orgasm finally, finally fades, he’s still stroking between my thighs.

The faint sound of his plug breaks through my consciousness, giving me an idea. Reaching behind me, I guide his cock between my legs and rock along the length of it, dripping cum and slick all over him.

“Goddess,” he groans, thrusting his hips against my ass. “That’s it, omega, ride this knot until you come again.”

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