Page 58 of Forsaken Desire
“Miss Garcia, please take your break,” Ms. Zhao said as she reached us.
“I just got here,” I said, frowning.
Zhao winced and tucked her hair behind her ear. That was the most fidgeting I’d seen her do.
“I’m just following orders.” Her smile was pointed, but unwavering.
I sighed, giving in. Who was I kidding? Clearly, I couldn’t win against Lucian. Besides, I already needed my fix.
Stiffly, I walked around the counter, heading for the elevators. Karol was whispering something at Sasha, her face screwed with anger.
I jabbed the button and the silver doors opened. Once inside, I pressed the option to the highest floor. The scrutiny was too much and overwhelming. I would only get more of it. Lucian was wealthy, and the Alpha of Wilder Pack, the same pack I’d be the Luna of.
But based on the recent experiences, I wasn’t too sure I’d be accepted. Would I be a burden to Lucian?
My heart hurt. The doors swung open.
A wave of déjà vu slapped me across the face. I pressed my hand on the wall to steady myself. I blinked quickly and pinched the bridge of my nose. It helped me gather my balance, and I continued forward. Lucian had forced me into eating before we left, so it couldn’t be hunger.
Whatever the issue, I wanted to be in my mate’s arms. It was the only place I felt safe. I was close to jogging to his office. His secretary looked up as I turned the corner into the lobby, where the desk sat in front of his door. The younger male smiled politely.
“Hello, Mrs. Wilder.” He stood and opened the door for me. The title made me slow. I’d never met this man in my life. He must have seen the confusion on my face. “Mr. Wilder made it clear that you have full access.”
“Oh, thank you.” I cleared my throat and quickened my pace past him. He shut the door, and I inched inside the room. My mate’s gaze lifted from the file he was reading. The phone was held to his ear.
I’d fucked up. I should have let him know I was coming.
Sorry, I mouthed. He motioned me forward. I shook my head and gestured towards the door.I’ll come back later.
“Now,” he ordered. “Not you, Bruno.” With an eyebrow raised, he scooted his chair back and patted his thigh. No need to invite me again. I slid onto his lap with quickness.
With my nose against his neck, I inhaled. He smelled so good. I hummed, pleased to be near him. His arm banded around my waist, and he tucked me closer. It was a good thing he was such a large male, it allowed me a comfortable perch against him.
“No, I want someone stronger.”
A low buzz from the other end was all I could make out. “I’m sure.” The little voice continued, and I pressed my hand against his chest, slowly trailing my fingers down the divots of his abs. I poked my finger through the little hole between the buttons of his white, long-sleeved shirt and rubbed the silky skin.
His abs rippled with his breath, and the swell of his shaft pushed against my hip. I peeked up at him from under my eyelashes. His head tipped back, and I kept up the gentle caress of his skin.
“Yes, they need an example,” Lucian replied. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, and I slowly inched off him. His palm on my side squeezed, but I slipped off him. My knees touched the ground until I settled between them. He watched me, gaze riveted as he listened to the person on the other side of the call.
Keeping eye contact, I reached for his belt, undoing it with ease. The sound of the zipper mingled with his elevated breathing.
His cock popped free from the confines of his slacks. I loved that he didn’t wear boxers.
The sunlight coming in through the large window allowed me to see every inch of his shaft. A vein pulsated up the length, and a bead of precum accumulated at the top. A droplet slid down the side, and I followed the path to the bulge of his knot.
I exhaled slowly, gently sliding my fingertips against the initial swell at the base. This was the part of him that knotted him inside me.
I clenched my legs together to sate the gathering need. He was so big in my hand. I glided my touch higher, watching more liquid gather at the tip.
His lips parted, and I leaned forward to take him into my mouth. I had to stretch wide. With my hand above his knot, I squeezed, my fingers refusing to meet. He bucked his hips, driving his thick cock into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat.
I glided my tongue against the silky shaft with quick flicks.
“Yes,” he breathed, his shaft stiffening even more. I angled up on my knees and pushed down as far as I could while I squeezed his knot.
He grunted.
