Page 10 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

She nods in understanding. She's been working for Grey Tech long enough to know there are some things above her pay grade. Especially the ones that have to do with the military. She looks like she's been thinking about something very important, and I don't interrupt her train of thought.

"How will we find the leak?" she asks suddenly, and her brilliant green eyes finally come alive as if seeing a real hope for a solution.

I admire her sheer determination to save innocent people. It looks like she's on board to help. Good, because my brothers are useless with computers.

I can't believe we're going to rely on a human of all species, my wolf mutters.

We were never ones to judge them by their origins, I remind him in a chiding tone. She's smart and capable. She will do great.

You're forgetting beautiful, my wolf adds.

I pretend not to hear him.

He chuckles. What? Don't tell me that you didn't notice her curves.

Now that he mentions it, my eyes move down to the spot where Cassidy is brushing her thighs with her fingers.

Her dressy, beige office attire isn't low cut, but the fabric over her chest hugs the underside of her cleavage just right. It covers up just the right amount of skin for my wolf to imagine unbuttoning it and finding out what she's hiding underneath.

Even my breath catches at the idea of tasting the salt of her skin.

My eyes travel down the length of her body, drinking in her legs that are held tight together by her prim beige skirt. Even her auburn hair, done in a messy bun at the top of her head, looks sexy as hell.

My gaze lingers on her exposed nape, and then moves lower, to her collarbones that are visible over the line of her pink blouse.

Fuck.

I really need to get my shit together.

"Mr. Grey?"

I return my gaze to her face. She seems unaware of the inner turmoil I'm experiencing, but she did notice that I didn't answer her question.

"Graham," I say, my voice thick. "If we're going to work together, you might as well call me Graham."

Especially because I've never really been Mr. Grey. The title I tend to go by is Prince Grey, but that isn't something I can tell a human.

I need to maintain some semblance of secrecy because the more she knows about our world, the more vulnerable we get. But I also don't want to treat her like the rest of our employees. Not if we're going to spend countless hours together.

She flushes, her body going tense as she lowers her eyes to the bottom of the glass. Despite her discomfort, she manages to croak out, "Graham, then."

Well, fuck me. My name sounds like heaven on her lips.

The way she looked and then reacted makes me think that maybe she wants something else in her mouth. Preferably another part of my body. A primal satisfaction settles in my groin at the thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock. All for me. And then, I chide myself for behaving like a jerk.

I'm not the kind of person who makes such assumptions about a woman, even if she's a consenting one.

It doesn't matter if I'm the boss or not, I make it a point never to touch anyone without their consent. Especially humans.

Get it together, my wolf growls.

I know, I know, I agree with a sigh. It's just that there's something alluring about her. She's so small and tiny. We could devour her with one bite.

I freeze at the mere mention of it. I'm not sure what's going on. That's not like me. It's something one would expect from my brothers Garren and Grayden before they found their mates.

Out of the four of us, I was always known as the gentleman. The loner with a computer.

My cock doesn't react in the presence of a woman. Not when there are more interesting things to talk about such as the software hack.

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