Page 17 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

Well, for me. Not for Jonah. I don't think I've seen him go quite that wild in a long time. I'm almost concerned about him. But it's hard to be concerned about someone just because they manage to fit two foursomes into one weekend. I think most men would be commending him, but I can't help but feel something is not quite right about his behavior. He looks like he's having fun, all right, but I think it's something else, too.

I really can't have my COO spin out. He's absolute magic, business-wise. And he's my friend.

But right now, the only problem I'm focusing on is the fact that Saffy chose to hang around with her fellow intern rather than coming to see me about the project we discussed.

Am I really going to pretend this is about her commitment to the internship?

I storm through the building toward them, and my claws partially descend, digging into my palms so no one will notice. Despite my wolf wanting blood, that's not going to happen. I'm not going to kill some kid and blow up my entire professional life, however much he's pissing me off. I don't see him as a serious threat. He just seriously needs to stop touching her.

I always get what I want. However, after my experience with Carmela, I learned that sometimes what I want comes with a price. Now I have Annie to think about, so when I saw Saffyand realized how much my wolf wanted her, I knew I had to tread lightly.

Funny how knowing I should tread lightly and doing it aren't the same thing.

This is not treading lightly.

As I approach them, my eyes locked on Saffy's figure seated next to Terrance, something inside me snaps. A surge of possessiveness floods my veins, overwhelming any rational thought that may have remained. My jaw clenches as I envision ripping Terrance away from her, claiming what is rightfully mine.

But I know I can’t do that. Not here. Not now.

With every step closer to them, my dominant nature takes over, urging me to exert control over the situation. My wolf's power radiates from within, commanding attention and submission from those around me. The atmosphere in the department subtly shifts as people instinctively recognize my mood.

Saffy's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and apprehension as she turns in her chair. Terrance, seemingly oblivious to the brewing storm, continues his casual conversation with her for a moment. His hand is still resting on her shoulder, inciting a possessive growl from the back of my throat.

"What the fuck is going on?" I snarl, my words cutting through the air like a blade.

Saffy’s eyes flicker with confusion and a hint of fear. I hear her as she tries to justify the situation, but honestly, I'm not even listening at this point.

Terrance appears to finally realize the seriousness of the situation, and his hand jerks away from her shoulder. His face pales as he stammers out his own explanation, wisely keeping some distance between the two of them now.

Ignoring his feeble attempts to explain himself, I focus solely on Saffy. The way she shifts under my gaze only intensifies the possessive fire raging within me. It's clear she knows she's in trouble, and deep down, a twisted part of me is thrilled by that.

"My office. Now," I command, my voice laced with authority and dominance. There's no room for negotiation or defiance in my tone. I expect her to comply without question.

Saffy hesitates for a moment, her cheeks blushing as her eyes dart between Terrance and me. I don't even wait to see if she's going to follow; I know she will. Sure enough, I hear her footsteps rushing to catch up as I cross the walkway.

The tension between us is palpable as we walk in complete silence. Every second feels like an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing step. I can practically taste the implied power imbalance between us. I shouldn't like it so much. Honestly, it's never been my thing. I chuckle to myself at the ridiculousness of that thought because I'm pretty sure it's an illusion—it may seem as though I have all the power here, but I'm the one who has been held hostage all weekend just thinking about her. I'm not sure I'm actually in charge at all, and that rattles me.

Once inside my office, I slam the door behind us and lean against it, trapping her with my imposing presence. As our eyes lock, the air thickens with unspoken desire, and the space between us seems to shrink.

"What were you doing with Terrance?" I demand, my voice low and dangerous.

Saffy swallows hard, her cheeks flushed with fear and something else. Her eyes sparkle dangerously before her gaze drops to the floor briefly before meeting mine again. "I-I was just helping him with his log-in..." she stammers.

The thing is, I think she's telling the truth. I don't think she was ever flirting with Terrance. However, I do think the boyis head over heels for her, and the thought really pisses me off. Doesn't she see the way he looks at her?

I take a step closer, intentionally invading her personal space. My proximity causes her breath to hitch, the scent of her arousal taking me off-guard completely.

"What the hell am I going to do with you?" I mutter, an inner war raging over how far I'm willing to go. How much am I willing to risk?

Saffy's eyes flicker with anticipation, mirroring the turmoil within me. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a firm gesture, my hand reaching out to touch her cheek, tracing the outlines of her trembling jawline.

"Don't," I murmur, my voice commanding yet laced with a hint of desperation. The power dynamic between us is shifting as an undeniable hunger pulses through my veins, and I try to control my wolf. I'm playing a dangerous game, teetering on the edge of what is socially acceptable. But right now, the desire that has consumed me all weekend overrides any semblance of propriety.

Leaning closer, the scent of her intoxicating arousal fills my nostrils. My lips brush against the shell of her ear as I whisper in a low, gravelly tone, "You have no idea what you do to me."

Saffy's breath hitches, her body trembling as she presses against me involuntarily. The air crackles with tension, our bodies gravitating toward each other as though pulled by an invisible force. The intensity of our connection is undeniable, and it's consuming us both. I know for certain now that I'm not imagining it—desire burns brightly in her eyes. But there's also fear and a whole lot of innocence there, too.

My mind flickers back to Vegas and the wild party at my penthouse after the club. I didn't partake, but Jonah and a few of our friends from my Nevada office made sure to entertain thewomen who flocked to the afterparty. Which, in this case, was just another word for an orgy.

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