Page 39 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
He unbuttoned his jeans, getting them down below his ass, pulling his underwear with them. His erection stood upright without him even needing to touch it. She looked like he was making her mouth water, which got a moan out of him.
Fuck, could she hurry up already.
Finally, she was back straddling him, positioning herself over him and taking him inside herself as she slowly sank down.
She was grinding before he knew it, riding him so hard the chair started to make noises of protest. She was panting in his ear, one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder. He couldn’t think, barely knew what his hands were doing. She felt like all the ways he had hunted for a woman to feel his whole life. She fit around him like a glove did a hand. She moved without him having to ask her to or tell her how to.
She wanted it to be fast, he could tell. She wanted to come around him again. She was grinding her hips back and forth in a pace that made her breathless. He wrapped his arms around her when she started sliding up and down his cock in a rhythm that made it impossible for him not to explode into her.
He kept his groans low, face buried against her throat, unaware if she was coming too. All he could think was the absolute pleasure coursing through him as he came.
Her hips had slowed, he was still holding her tightly.
Then the computer dinged that the transfer was finished, and they pulled apart a little so that their eyes could meet.
“That was…” she said slowly, his cock still semi-hard inside of her and sweat glistening on both of their brows.
“Intense,” he finished, and she nodded.
“Was that your wolf?” she asked. “Is this… that influence you talked about? I felt it in the alley. This… inability to even think about anything but your wolf. And now…”
“You feel the same way?”
He was catching his breath, his hands on her hips, part of him wanting to get her hips going again. He could get hard inside of her, fuck her again.
What the fuck? No.
“Was it?” she asked. “Your wolf?”
“I don’t know,” he said earnestly. “It’s still so new. It’s… I can’t differentiate yet.”
“Did you want to, though?” she asked, something vulnerable in her gaze, and his hold on her tightened a little.
“Yes,” he said, brokering no argument. “I’ve wanted to ever since you came to work for me. Not that I ever really followed through on the thought. Or… thought about you in a way that wouldn’t be appropriate for work,” he immediately added.
It made her smile.
She didn’t seem to want to move off him.
Then the lights flickered and went out. As did the computer.
They both drew a breath, breaking apart. He pulled his pants up. He could hear her grope around for her pants, his eyes already having adjusted to the change to darkness and whispering for her to go a little to the right. She got her underwear on. Then her pants, buttoning them, a freaked expression on her face.
“They’re here,” she whispered.
And he knew she was right.
She grabbed the memory stick out of the computer, pushing it between the waist of her pants and the belt she had on.
Clever.
“Come on,” she whispered, reaching through the dark for him. He grabbed her hand. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Chapter 12 - Olive
They crept up to the door, making sure to keep low. She stayed behind Peter, his eyes already glowing golden as the wolf was at the ready to leap out at the first sign of trouble. She felt safer than perhaps she should. They had no idea what was waiting for them on the other side of the door, but she had a wolf standing guard over her and it made her think that she would be alright.
Peter reached up and gently turned the doorknob.
