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She tries not to laugh, but a chuckle slips past her lips. “Are you always this intense? I thought you were the funny one.”

I hum and pick up one of the dildos that was dropped off for my approval. This one is so thick, it might require stretching, and it’s modeled after a tentacle. To anyone watching, I could be telling her about the company or what we do.

Instead, I wrap my fingers around the girthiest part of the toy. “I am the funny one, but that doesn’t mean I’m not dying to know what you taste like or how you scream when you come.” As I mimic how I stroked my cock only moments ago, she watches with a parted mouth, eyes hooding while my hand moves up and down the dildo.

“Kai got to taste you. Vic’s been inside of you. Your scent is like the sweetest torture. Floral in a rich and earthy way, and then there’s the way you still smell like sex, like Vic’s cum is still leaking out of you. I’ve never been more jealous, but—” I pause until she lifts her gaze to meet mine. “Make no mistake, Daria, I plan to know exactly what you feel like before the day is done.”

“That sounds inappropriate,” she whispers, though she doesn’t look scared or resistant. If anything, her eyes darken at the prospect of being naughty.

I set the dildo back on the table and stand, walking until I’m two feet away from her. “Can I buy you lunch?” I ask, switching subjects so fast, it takes her a moment to recover.

Daria shakes her head. “That’s not necessary.”

“We do it for all new employees. Kai is flying out to the production plant today, so it looks like it’ll be you and me.” I study her, wondering if she’ll try to get out of lunch and everything that comes with it. “Feeling brave, bunny?” I taunt, unable to resist.

She tips her chin. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope.” I smirk.

“Fine. I like Thai food.”

Breathing in, I savor her scent and purr, loving that she’s not scared.

“You should go back to your desk before I do something we’ll both regret,” I say, my voice hoarse from how hard I’m restraining myself.

Twenty-Six

DARIA

Working after catching a whiff of Linc’s cum is nearly impossible, but by some miracle, I manage to focus. Terrance is explaining the newest project they need help with when Ryan shows up. For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. He’s so far away, I can’t immediately scent him, but I remember the way he smelled.

Woodsy. That, in combination with the scents of the other members of his pack, was enough to keep me happy. At one point, I had even sworn they were my fated mates.

That thought is almost comical now. With them, I never felt the way I do now. Scent matches are a whole other level of obsession and need. Had I known that then, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on those shitbags. Ryan’s pack cheated on me with another omega—someone with a little more class, or so I was told. I can’t even fathom betraying Pack Kelly or any other pack, for that matter, but I guess I’m not a shitty person.

Which brings me to my next thought. What the hell is he doing here?

I side-step, so Terrance’s much larger frame hides mine, and try to focus. Ryan strides down the hall with purpose, almost like he owns the place.

Noticing my distraction, Terrance turns to search for what’s snared my attention. “Oh, yeah. That’s Ryan, Lincoln’s son.”

“Son?” I choke out.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK.

“Yup. Between you and me, he’s a real asshole.”

“You can say that again,” I mutter.

Terrance pinches his eyebrows together. “You know him?”

“Uh, no,” I say quickly. “He seems like the type of guy who expects the world to fall at his feet.”

“That’s not far off, actually,” Terrance says with a laugh. “That alpha thinks he’s a king. I should probably go see if Lincoln needs anything. Sometimes, these visits can be rough for our boss. We’ll finish the design brief this afternoon?”

“Sure,” I tell him with a smile. “I might take my lunch soon.”

“Good idea. We’ll talk later.” Terrance strides away, and I quickly make myself scarce, locking my computer before grabbing my purse and lunch box.

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