Page 3 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
My cock jumped. Even her voice was beautiful. Soft, slightly husky. I wanted to hear how she screamed my name when I was buried balls deep inside her. She was mine.
On stiff legs I managed to step away from her. I flopped gracelessly into my chair. My heart was still pounding, pushing adrenaline into my system. My Alpha instincts were telling me to grab her and run. To whisk her away to my den and make her mine.
I pressed my claws into the underside of my desk. I had to control this intense reaction. I was a man, first and foremost.A politician. I could be charming and friendly. She wanted to work for me? She had the job.
For form’s sake, I let Ben ask our pre-arranged questions. And, even through the lust-fuelled daze that clouded my thoughts, I was impressed with her answers. Graduated top of her class from the Witch College and from her training course. Letters of recommendation from her Professors, including one from my father.
She’d done bodyguard duty for celebrities and public figures. I flicked my eyes down to her file. She was twenty-five. I was so proud of her. She was fucking accomplished. The best in her field.
She deserved the job. But I deserved her.
I nodded to Ben. Smoothly, he said, “We’d like to offer you the job, Ms Ferrera.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I accept.” I expected her to smile, but her face was calm and serene. She rose.
“We’ll be in contact with the details,” Ben said. Electra turned, giving me a view of her perfect ass, the skirt lovingly moulded to her curves.
She was going to leave.Do something, Beast growled.Don’t let her out of our sight.
“Let me walk you out,” I said.
Ben shot me a surprised look. This wasn’t part of our normal protocol. I waved my hand, indicating that he should stay where he was.
Electra waited for me, showing no impatience or surprise. Did she like me? Did she feel this insane pull? As a human, she wouldn’t have the same mating instinct that I did. I prowled forward, my eyes locked onto hers.
I watched as her pupils dilated, black swallowing green. As my hearing was more acute due to Beast’s co-operation, the rapidly escalating beats of her heart were easy to hear.
Yes.Beast and man exulted. She wants us.
I led her out of the interview room, my hand moving naturally to the small of her back, turning left.
“Um…. Mr President.”
Her voice was hesitant.
“Yes Ms Ferrera?” I feigned nonchalance.
“This is not the way I came in.” She was observant. Even though she must have been nervous ahead of the interview, she’d paid attention to the surroundings she’d found herself in. Her training was showing. She was clearly good at her job.
“I thought I’d give you a bit of a tour.” It was true, sort of. I was going to give her a tour, but the purpose was purely selfish. I wanted more time with her. More time to fill my nostrils with her delectable scent. To admire her profile. To watch her cute little tongue flick over those luscious lips.
Fuck. I was hard again. Harder than I’d ever been in my life.
I pulled on Beast, extending my senses. I had taken us to the restricted zones of the Palace. I would show her the living suite that she would be assigned. His superior hearing told me that none of my staff were close enough to eavesdrop. Shifters gossiped and I didn’t want any of them to know about my interest. Not yet. She was my mate and it was none of their fucking business. So much of my life took place in the public eye. I wanted her for myself for as long as possible. It would be impossible to court her without my security staff finding out, but today was just for us.
The corridor was deserted.
Beast sent me a visual of me picking Electra up, swinging around to press her against the wall. Pushing her skirt up around her hips, my claws shredding her panties. Taking her mouth in a heated kiss, her tongue meeting mine as I pressed my cock against her wet core.
It was so intense that I stopped. A wordless noise left my mouth.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. She is human. I had to court her, not ravage her. Hands clenched into fists, my claws ripping into my palm. Blood dripped onto the carpet.
“Mr President?” My little Pixie whirled around, hands already making a rune for a protective shield. Fuck, she was fast. Even if she wasn’t my mate, I would want her on my team. “Are you unwell?” Her eyes landed briefly on me before they moved on, searching the corridor, assessing for threats. Her heart rate had spiked when I made the involuntary groan but then it had settled. A little fast, but not in the danger zone. A normal response to adrenaline.
I couldn’t speak. I had to push my Beast back down. I managed to uncurl one fist, holding a finger up in the universal gesture that showed I needed a moment.
Objectively it could only have taken moments, but in my head I fought a battle. Beast had scented his mate and he didn’t want to return to his prison. Sweat dripped down my back by the time I’d forced him back into his cage.
