Page 9 of Vicious Wolf Mate

He scowls at me but eventually let’s go. There’s a hand mark on my wrist. Damn, these fellas do pack some strength. He better be fucking useful in the long run.

I slip out the corner and lead him to a big room with lots of computers. It’s more like a hacker’s wet dream. The servers are black, loud, bright, and lined up perfectly in rows. Computers are all stacked up on open another, ruining the “clean” look. I turn on the light switch to find a certain monitor.

I go up to it and press my hand against the screen. A green light turns on as it scans my handprint. It beeps three times before a number log pops up. I block it from Mace’s sight, just in case.

After pressing the right code, the alarms finally shut off. Everything’s back to normal. The servers beeping loudly and white noise going through the building. My head feels lighter from all the tension released from the annoying alarms.

I rub my temples to ease the headache. I sigh in relief, the stress finally gone. I turn around to acknowledge Mace, but I almost bump into his chest.

I look up at him.

“What did you do to make it stop?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

I cross my arms. “There’s a code only the family knows. Sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you since you’re not family.”

He rolls his eyes. “Not interested that much princess.”

I shrug. “Well, I wasn't offering anything anyways.”

I try to walk past him to get to the door. Mace stops me and corners me up against a desk. He doesn’t need to use physical force to make me move. Just his sheer fucking size is enough to intimidate me

“It's time to undo the tracking devices on my clan,” he demands.

He breathes through his nose, like a snort. For a moment I want to think it’s quite canine-like. Like when dogs “sneeze” to let another dog or human know they’re just playing. By the look of Mace’s glare, he’s simply threatening me.

No playful play here.

“It’s not that easy, you know,” I say, keeping my calm.

He gestures at the scanner. “Do what you just did. I’m sure there’s another screen for that.”

“Do you think it’s as easy as pushing a damn button?”

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes. “This is ridiculous. We have to get out of here to—”

He gently shoves me back against a desk. He puts his hands on my sides, caging me in. Our noses almost touch. His torso presses up against me like it did not long ago.

He pushes me down with his weight, glaring.

“I said, undo the tracking devices,” he growls.

I hold myself up with my elbows. There’s nothing more that I want but to punch him in the face. My fist will be irreparably broken, but it'll be worth it. At the same time I wonder what it’ll feel like to have his tongue down my throat.

He looks down at me as if I owe him everything. Each second that passes that I don’t say anything, he pushes further. My breasts are pushed against him, and I’m not sure if he notices or doesn’t care. The air feels so hot and suffocating.

I let out a shivered breath. For a second, I glance down at his lips, soft and luscious for a wolf shifter. When I look back up at him, he smirks, loosening his frown. Fucking, jerk.

I unsuccessfully push away at his chest.

“You know if I do this, your clan is going to be under suspicion for stopping the tracking. Right? You’re aware of that big boy?”

Mace grabs my hand and puts them back to where they were.

He scoffs. “I’m sure mycaptivecan come up with some fancy framing to do after she stops it to make it look like they’re not culpable.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. God damn it. He has a way around every fucking little thing.

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