She hissed at him, jerking her chin to the side. “I’m not in the mood. Let go of me.”
“Not in the mood?” Anger shimmered through him. It pissed him off more than a little how she denied this thing between them, how she wanted to run. “Let’s see if we can change that for you.”
Her gaze snapped back to him. “Damn it, Mer—”
His mouth cut off her words, and he plunged his tongue between her lips. He’d heard enough; he wasn’t interested in verbal games—he’d rather toy with her in other ways. Her breath caught, her nails curling in to dig into his chest. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, twisting her arms behind her back to arch her body into his. Her breasts pressed against him, and they both groaned.
Shoving his thigh between hers, he rubbed his leg against her sex. The hot scent of her reached his nose, sweet and musky. He tilted his head, deepening the contact of their kiss. She wrenched at his hold on her, but couldn’t break his grip, so she rotated her torso to move herself against him. The friction was going to drive him to madness or orgasm, he wasn’t sure which.
Her hips snapped in infinitesimal jerks as she tried to work herself on his leg while her body was caught between his and the wide metal desk. She moaned a frustrated protest and bit his lip.
He shuddered, lust clouding his focus. Gods, she was the only person who had ever shredded his control like this. He broke the kiss, dipping forward to suck and bite his way down her throat. Her head fel back to give him greater access while she continued to wriggle against his grip. His breath bel owed out of his lungs, his blood boiling in his veins. He craved her so badly he wasn’t sure he’d make it inside her before he came.
Working her skirt up to her waist, he cupped her smooth backside before he slipped his hands into her panties. She moaned, her hips stil pumping in vain as she sought release. Easing her panties down her hips, he heaved himself away from her just enough to let them drop to the floor.
“Step out of them.”
She whimpered and obeyed, pul ing one foot free and kicking the scrap of lace across the room with her other foot. “Fuck me, now, Merek.”
“Gods, yes,” he groaned. He dropped to his knees, pul ed one of her slim thighs over his shoulder to open her to his touch, and licked his way inside her slick, heated sex. Her muscles jerked, her body jolting at the contact. The taste of her cream on his tongue was intoxicating. Her fingers sank into his hair, tugging on the strands, her frantic, pleading gasps urging him on. He groaned against her clit, and she sobbed, twisting her fingers in his hair.
A wave of magic hit him from her, and he swayed backward, glad he was on his knees or he’d have been driven there by the lust that roared through him. Hot prickling skipped over his skin, red-hot embers dancing in the air around them.
Gods, he couldn’t wait.
Shoving to his feet, he lifted her onto the desktop, thrusting paperwork out of his way. Her legs snapped around his waist, and she ground her pussy against him. He shuddered, unable to put together a single coherent thought. It should have worried him, but he was wel beyond worry. Only the drive for orgasm mattered now.
He reached between them to rip open his fly, and she pressed her sex against his hand, seeking any kind of friction she could find. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes heavy-lidded, and her breasts rose with each jerky pant she sucked into her lungs. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and right here, right now, she was al his. The knowledge pushed him even closer to the tattered edge of his restraint.
“M-Merek, I need you.” Her hands pul ed him closer, her fingers bal ing in his shirt. “I need you inside me.
Please. Right now. I need you.”
His zipper gave way to his vicious wrench, and within seconds he had his cock deep within the slick sheath of her pussy. There was no slow possession this time. He rode her hard and groaned with every movement he made within her, her inner muscles milking his cock until he thought his skul would explode.
“Chloe.”
Her fingers moved to cup his jaw, and he dove forward to kiss her. He devoured her, drowning himself in the taste, scent, and feel of her. His hips bucked hard, and he fucked her with al the finesse of a teenager in the backseat of his daddy’s car. She didn’t seem to mind. Her hands tugged at his hair, her teeth nipped his lips, and her legs continued to wring his hips as she arched with him. She screamed and sobbed into his mouth, her slim body going rigid as she came for him.
The world around him dimmed as the last fetters on his control ripped away, and he plunged into her pussy again and again until he was roaring his orgasm, jetting his come deep into her hot, sleek sheath.
So long. So fucking long since he’d had this. It wasn’t as good as he remembered.
It was better.
He dropped his forehead to hers, panting for breath, not one thought able to form in his mind. Al he could do was rest against her, breathe in her sweet scent, and wait for reality to come back and bite him in the ass. It would sooner or later, he was sure.
Unfortunately, it was sooner.
The phone on his desk blared a ring that made them both flinch. His office phone. At work. In the police station. Reaching over, he plucked up the receiver. “Kingston.”
Chloe wriggled beneath him, but he leaned more of his weight on her to keep her in place as Caval i’s smooth voice sounded in his ear. “Good, you’re there. Is Dr. Standish with you or is Grayson stil working her over?”
“No, I have her.” He met her gaze, and she stil ed, but his dick surged inside her. Her breath caught, and he clenched his jaw to stop a groan.
“Good. Peyton and I wil be right there.”
“Fine.” He hung up the phone. His eyes closed, and he swore steadily under his breath, braced his arms on the desk beside her and pul ed his cock from her body. They both moaned at the slide of flesh. “Fuck.
How the hel did you do this to me, Chloe? I’m at work. ”
A snort erupted from her as she sat up, slithered off the desk, and pushed her skirt down. A few spel words, and any wrinkles smoothed from her clothes; her hair fel in perfect waves around her rosy cheeks. “I didn’t do anything to you. You did the doing.”
He grunted, but didn’t argue. The same spel straightened his own clothes, and he shoved his fingers through his hair, then went to fetch her panties and purse from where they lay discarded on the floor.
Fighting the urge to tuck her panties in his pocket, he handed her things to her.
A knock came on his door, and with a quick wave of his hand, he released the sound dampening spel and sent a quick whirlwind of air through his office to filter out the obvious scent of raw sex in the smal room.
If he could smel it, he had no doubt that a vampire and a werewolf would be able to.
He slid into his desk chair and scooped up the paperwork he and Chloe had scattered before raising his voice. “Come in.”
Chloe took a seat opposite him and crossed her legs, which drew his gaze and made it linger on her lithe, bare limbs. He wanted them around his waist, on his shoulders, anywhere as long as he could get inside her. He’d just had her, and he wanted her again. Stil .
Fuck.
Swal owing the curse, he forced himself to focus on the men stepping into the room. Except for the blade-sharp edge that no operative could truly hide, there was little the two had in common. Luca’s dark, exotic features contrasted with Peyton’s al -American good looks. Sandy brown hair, blue eyes, tal and muscular physique, but not so much that it caught attention—the type of guy who could fade into the woodwork if he chose. His gaze swept the office, took in Chloe and Merek in a single glance. A chil went down Merek’s spine, and he didn’t doubt that with that single glance the werewolf could describe in minute detail everything he’d seen, smel ed, or sensed about the room and the people occupying it.