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In the chair, Alistair’s body goes from relaxed to tense, his hands gripping the side of the seat so hard I worry it’ll splinter. Oh God, I’ve got to rein it in, whatever’s happening. Gulping in a quick breath, I grab the shaving cream and lather him efficiently, then step in close to shave down his throat gently.

Alistair sucks in a ragged breath, as if he’s been holding it, and fangs appear at the corners of his mouth. Shit. It’s a sign his emotions are running high. I suspect he can smell my arousal; all of his senses are so strong now.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I move faster. I’ve got to get this done as quickly as possible so I can escape to my room and relieve the throbbing between my thighs. Plus, I’m worried it’s making him uncomfortable, and I need this job. Scratch that, Ilove this job–the isolation and safety of it. How I only answer to one person. I don’t want to lose it with unprofessional behavior.

“Finish this,” Alistair demands. I suck in a breath and pick up the pace. That growl lights my body up and more liquid heat streams down my thighs. I can hear it drip onto the floor below me.

“Goddamn,” he groans, sitting up in the chair. I only have one strip left to shave as he yanks the razor from me to drag it down his own neck before throwing it aside.

He reaches forward and picks me up bodily, throwing me onto the kitchen table as I squeal.

“What are you doing, Alistair?” I squeak as big, warm hands spread my knees wide.

He doesn’t voice a reply, leaning in to bury his face between my thighs. He sucks in gasping breaths as if he’s dying and my scent is the only thing that can save him. I’m so mortified I could die, my entire body flushing with heat as he drags the tip of his nose between my legs. And I’m only wearing a long skirt, now bunched up around my hips. I can feel… everything.

Alistair bites at the top of my pussy gently, catching my clit between his teeth and tugging.

My back bows off the kitchen table as I cry out. But the moment I do, he pushes himself up off me, stumbling backward until he hits the nearest cabinet with a crash. I fly upright, my chest thundering.

His green eyes are black with lust, long fangs evident at the corners of his mouth. Even his claws are out. But he’s not looking at me. In fact, he’s looking everywherebutat me.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he blurts out, running fingers through his freshly cut hair. Without another word, he stalks out of the kitchen, leaving me there with soaked panties and one hell of a mess to clean up.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter 4

Alistair

As soon as I’m out of the kitchen, I break into a sprint and fly to my office. Flinging the door wide, I grab my cell and call Ansel again. “Mitchell, now,” I snap before hanging up.

When the phone rings moments later, I pick it up. “Mitchell, talk to me.”

Ansel sighs at the other end. “I told you it would be some time before I can get ahold of him. Things are weird right now. But maybe I can help.”

Possessive anger and the desire to dominate build in my system. I want to chase my fucking housekeeper, throw her down, and rail her into the goddamn floor. I need help. What I just did? Not okay. And the worst part is that I wanted more, and barely stopped myself from taking it.

“I’m having strange urges,” I bark out as Ansel laughs. He composes himself quickly when I growl into the phone.

“Describe them,” he says.

For the next two minutes, I replay what just happened as Ansel listens in silence. At the end, he chuckles softly. “I never thought I’d see the damn day because you’re such a hermit. But you’ve found yourself an omega.”

“What? No,” I whisper. I’ve only ever heard of one, my brother Mitchell’s mate, Alice. And we all thought it was a freak accident when they found one another. Admittedly, we only speak every six months or so, and it’s specific to his securityproject. I should have asked so many more questions every time he brought her up to me.

For the next few minutes, Ansel fills me in on everything he learned while living in Mitchell’s pack. How alphas mate omegas, and sometimes other alphas. How aroused omegas produce a slick that’s designed to help them take the enormous size of an alpha cock. He explains that if she’s my mate, which she likely is to produce this sort of reaction in me, I’ll knot her and bite her to cement our bond. And that bond will be something we can both speak into and send emotion through.

It’s… horrifying. That much connection to another person? I don’t want it.

But I want all the information, so I can figure out how to turn this off. Because what happened in the kitchen cannot happen again. She smelled so incredibly good I had to taste her.

“Alistair, are you there?” Ansel’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “Just have fun, man.” Absolutely ridiculous advice.

I click off the headset, not bothering to respond. I don’t do ‘fun’ like other people. I work, and that’s it. That’s why I’ve been so successful at building my company. I work all the time. I like it that way, and I don’t want it to change. Despite how my body is begging me to go find my delicious assistant and yank her down onto my cock.

Looking down at my lap in dismay, I realize I’m leaking pre-cum through my jeans. The entire front of my pants is wet and sticky.

This is new. This is new and… unwanted. Shit, fuck. I hop up and head for my room. Even now, I can hear Evangeline in the kitchen, cleaning. But the scent of her arousal hits me like a truck when I pass the closed kitchen door. It hits me so damn hard I have to put both hands on the wall to hold myself upright.

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