45. Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Four

Pete

A glance at my phone’s screen after I close the door on Shadow and Owen tells me I’ve barely been inside Lana’s office for forty minutes this morning, and I’m already dreading the thought of spending the rest of the day in here.

I send Ezra a text message asking when he’ll be coming to speak to Lana.

It’s not something I could ask in front of her, and I knew Owen wasn’t about to drop any hints while he was here. The way he was focused on getting through his job wasn’t encouraging.

I can only hope that Shadow can loosen him up a bit while they’re gone.

If anyone can make Owen see what he’s got here, it’s Shadow.

I move back toward the couch that faces the door, intent on keeping my future mate protected from anyone who might come through it.

She sighs softly from the seat behind her desk.

I walk around the couch and stop at the side of her desk.

“You look like you need something strong and hot inside you,” I admit, making her blush.

She gives me a wry smile. “Well, that is how I like my coffee.”

“Then, lets get you some.” I offer her a hand, and that’s my first mistake.

She reaches out, placing her hand in mine.

Those big dark eyes gaze up at me, and I can see the longing there as she gets to her feet.

She looks so damn good, and I know she’s thinking the same thoughts about me.

Her hand is still in mine. I don’t want to let it go.

She moves her free hand up to the side of my face, and I lean into her touch.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks quietly.

“You,” I admit, as I bring her hand against my chest.

“Me?” She sounds slightly dazed.

“You,” I confirm, taking in her dreamy gaze.

Right. She’s been sitting her with Shadow right beside her, breathing in his extra potent perfume all morning. There’s no way in hell she isn’t wet right now.

I take in a slow, deep breath. My own desire sinks in harder when I breathe in that spicy-sweet scent on the air. It’s an aphrodisiac made specifically to arouse Shadow’s mates.

We both belong to him, and to each other.

My body feels like it’s vibrating with need as I gaze back at Lana.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.

I know that much, and I can’t seem to make myself care.

I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on her, and I know she wants it, too.

“Shadow’s perfume,” I find myself muttering, not letting go of her hand.

I’m torn between what I want, and what my pack expects of me.

“It smells so good,” she moans softly. “I had no idea an Omega’s perfume could be so … arousing.”

I take in another deep breath. Shadow’s scent is fading slowly, but it’s definitely fading.

All I need to do is hold myself together for a little bit longer.

“It’ll pass,” I assure her, my free arm moving around her back to hold her.

It’s meant to be a reassuring hug, but she moves closer, and my cock turns to solid steel inside my jeans. Pressed up against each other like this, bodies affected by Shadow’s scent, I don’t think we stand a chance.

“It will?” she asks, her tone downbeat.

It’s so damn tempting to believe she’s also feeling the connection that exists between us.

Shadow’s perfume can affect strangers, for sure, but it doesn’t hit the same way.

She’s getting the full-strength doze that I get from him, because she’s meant to be his, too.

“It’s fading already.”

“Damn,” she murmurs.

If she gives one more indication that she wants this as much as I do, it’s going to be impossible to let her go without at least moving in for a kiss, and the way we’re both feeling right now, I doubt a kiss would be where we would stop.

“You feel so good,” I admit, stroking her back.

She pushes up against me, and whispers close to my ear, “I feel even better without clothes.”

Oh, fuck.

She moves back slowly, and I have no damn idea if I’m about to make a good decision, or a terrible choice.

I can’t pretend we’re not meant to be together.

“I’ll bet you do,” I murmur, making her smile.

I let go of her hand, leaving it resting on my chest to run a hand through her dark hair before I lean in to press my hungry mouth to her lips. She kisses back immediately, the hand on my chest slipping down and around my waist to keep me close.

Her body fills with tension as I slowly prise those full lips apart, working them open with my mouth. I’m rewarded with the gentlest flick of her tongue against mine.

She relaxes gradually as we stand there, kissing and groping, desperate but gentle.

I think she really fucking needed this.

Even more than I did, and I don’t want this moment to end.

I let one hand move down to the perfect, round swell of her arse.

She gasps into my mouth as I squeeze, but she doesn’t break away, she kisses me back harder.

Then, she shows me what she really needs, rocking her hips against me, pushing her body against the swollen lump buried inside my jeans.

Her soft, needy moans tell me she’s more than ready.

She wants so much more than a kiss.

This is really fucking happening.

I move my hand out of her hair and start undoing the tiny buttons on the front of her blouse, tugging the material open. She lets out a gasp when one of my finger’s brushes against her right nipple. I don’t waste any more time being patient with her blouse.

I use both hands to pull the material apart at the bottom.

It rips open and she shrugs it off her shoulders.

Breaking the kiss to look at her, I watch carefully for any hint of regret in her expression.

All I see is desire.

I don’t think my dick has ever been harder.

She reaches back and unclasps her bra, slipping out of the straps and letting it fall to the floor.

Then, her big, beautiful breasts are right in front of me, the dark, pointed tips making my mouth water. I lean down and suck her right nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue slowly over that perfectly hardened tip. Her breathing quickens as I tease her breasts, letting my fingers rub and squeeze the tip of her left breast while I lick and suck on the right.

If this isn’t making her wet, I know plenty of other ways to get the juices flowing from her pussy.

She runs her fingers over my scalp as she makes soft, needy sounds.

I only lift my head to kiss her swollen lips.

If I needed assurance that she’s still into this, I get it in spades with the way she kisses me back.

There’s a quiet desperation there, as if she’s been starved of physical affection for too long and now, she wants to devour as much as she can while it’s right in front of her.

When I break the kiss, she gazes at me intently, and I know she wants more.

I’ll give her as much as she can take.

I let my hand tug at the waistband of her pants.

She doesn’t waste time, unzipping and leading my hand under the lacy material of her underwear, until I reach the place I want to taste so damn badly.

She’s wet, and she closes her eyes when I stroke my fingers through the soft folds of her pussy. I let a finger dip inside, and then I start sucking on her left nipple while I explore her tight slit, squeezing a second finger inside to open her up for me.

There’s no stopping now.

I can feel how much she needs this, how much she wants it.

My thumb seeks out her clit while I finger her pussy.

My tongue rolls around her nipple as I find that sweet spot above her lips.

She moves her hips when I start to stroke her, her breathing becoming ragged.

Fucking hell, yes. Come for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.

“Oh God,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.

I keep going, knowing she’s close.

My tongue flicks over her nipple as she tenses up under my touch.

“Oh, fuck ,” she murmurs, arms wrapping around my head.

I sink a third finger inside her as she starts to come, clenching around my hand.

She cries out, so fucking loud and clear that there’s no way half the building didn’t just hear it.

I lift my head up, and she stares back at me.

There’s still nothing but desire in her expression.

Thank fuck. I’m not done yet. Not even close.

She pulls something out of her pocket, and I smile as she gives me her keys.

“Lock the door,” she tells me, as she steps back and wriggles out of the last of her clothing.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.