Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

C ain

She's my mate.

I smelled it on her the minute we met.

There's just one problem.

I don't want a mate.

But now she is in heat. Every part of her body is calling to me. When she walks, the sway of her hips, the subtle movement of her hair, it is irresistible. Her scent especially is threatening to drive me mad. To anybody else it would be a light fragrance, barely noticeable. To me, it feels like a damn compunction, an order from the universe to fuck her immediately and claim her as my own.

The last thing I expected to do today was to meet my mate. I'm busy. I have contracts to negotiate on multiple continents. I have a dinner tonight that I need to attend. I have a meeting in half an hour with one of the executives from… fuck it. None of that matters, and I know it.

She's looking at me with those bright, hopeful, innocent eyes that are close to brimming with tears. She's trying to be brave, but her lower lip has just a hint of a quiver. I know I am being an asshole. Usually that doesn't bother me. Right now, it bothers me a great deal.

"This isn't fair," she says, her tone softening into heartbreak. "I tried my best."

I didn't think I could feel worse.

I want to go to her, lap the tears she does not want to cry from her cheeks. I also want to pick her up, strip her, and fuck her—but if I do that, I change her life forever. She could go for the rest of her days never knowing what this encounter meant. She could be happy. Goddamnit, she could be normal.

I have a reputation for firing people on short notice, but that's because I have exacting standards. This young woman lives up to all of them and more. She's beautiful, and I know she's smart and accomplished, because there is no way she would have been hired if she were not.

I can see the little beast inside her. I know it probably makes her restless. I know it makes her feel different from other people. If she's like most women of our kind, she probably thinks there's something deeply wrong with her. She hides it well, but I can see it now, that doubt in her eyes brought out by my cruelty.

It is physically painful to not fuck her. Not to pick her up, throw her on my desk, and ravage her until we are both entirely animal. But I promised myself I would not take a mate.

"I am doing this for your own good."

"No, you're not. I need this job," she sobs.

"There are many jobs."

"Not like this one." Her shoulders are shaking as she cries, covering her face with her hands. "It took me months to find this one. And I don't have any money left for another month's rent, and…"

I usually don't care when people cry. It's a completely neutral experience for me, typically. On this occasion, I feel as though my insides are being carved out.

Before I know what I am doing, I have crossed the room and engulfed her in a hug. She feels perfect in my arms, even shuddering with tears. Her body feels correct pressed against mine, her soft curves melting against my merciless frame.

"I'll give you money. You're not going to go hungry, or without a roof over your head."

She looks up at me, tilting her head back in a watery, suspicious gaze. "Why would you do that?"

The question stumps me. The honest answer is because I feel guilty, but I can't say that to her.

"I want you to be taken care of."

That's another honest answer, and I immediately know that it is even more confusing.

"Why?"

She steps back, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve in a motion that is endearing. "What is wrong with me?"

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

God. Her scent is clinging to me now. I don't think I am going to be able to get it off without a shower, and I don't think I'm going to be able to take a shower soon enough. My cock is rock fucking hard, and she will know that the second her eyes dip down…

She looks down. Her eyes widen. She covers her mouth with her hand as her lips form a perfect ‘o' of surprise.

Suddenly, her scent is even more intense.

Suddenly, I can't help myself.

Instincts are made to be followed.

I've encountered plenty of females in heat before, and yes, there's always a pull to them. But not like this. This woman is demanding I fuck her. It is a biological imperative.

I draw in a breath, trying to clear my head, but all it does is draw her scent in deeper. I have always had almost complete control over my impulses and instincts. An alpha has to. If I fucked every female who came into heat around me, I'd have pups up and down the state, and a pack mired in scandal.

The reason the Lupin pack functions so well is because I can control myself. Could control myself.

I'm losing control completely now.

This woman is a stranger to me. A nubile, soft, curvy stranger with a scent that maddens me and eyes that make me melt. She represents a whole new world. A series of firsts that threatens the very core of who I thought I was. I am always in control, of myself first, and everybody else second.

I kiss her, and that carefully curated control crumbles even further. I feel my inner animal taking over as my tongue enters her mouth. She tastes like mine. She gives herself to me with such sweet surrender.

"I've never…" She practically whispers the words when I break the kiss. "… been with anybody before." She finishes the sentence after a brief hesitation.

Her words make me swell with protectiveness and more than a little arousal. She's going to be mine. Mine entirely. Mine forever. She's a virgin. My virgin mate.

Lust charges through me, but I restrain myself. I cannot hurt her. If this is her first time, then I want it to be perfect. She deserves better than to be mated in my office. She deserves champagne, roses, courtship. She deserves a four-poster bed and silk sheets. She deserves everything I can give her and more. But what's started between us is not going to stop for any of that.

I am an animal, and one way or another, I am going to fuck her like one.

I clasp her face in my hands, looking down at her. She has dark eyes, full of emotion. I see lust there, but there's more than that. There's fear. There's need. There's something like shyness. And there's a little beast that has never come out before. I am going to bring the animal out in this curvy young woman. She doesn't know who or what she is yet, but I will show her.

"I'm going to be careful with you," I say softly. "But this is going to hurt."

She draws in a gasping little breath. "Does it have to?"

"In time, you'll come to adore it," I promise her, tilting her head forward so I can press a kiss to her forehead.

Kira

He says it is going to hurt, and I feel a pang of fear and a little thrill of something else. I have never had sex with anybody before. I have never wanted sex this badly before. I've felt little flutters of arousal, but nothing like this full body demand.

He could do absolutely anything to me, and I would let him. I trust him, though we are strangers. He's been gruff and he's been stern. He's tried to fire me. If I had any sense, I would turn and run from this room. I know I won't be the same once he is done with me.

There's something in his eyes. They're so pale and piercing. They look right through me and find something inside of me. I can't look away from him. I feel as though I am being transformed in some inexplicable and indescribable way, and he's barely touched me yet.

He kisses me again, driving all thoughts from my head. He is such a good kisser, he's making me feel almost as though I could come out of my skin. I need him inside me. I am soaked. My clothing suddenly feels like a terrible barrier between me and what matters, an irritating collection of fabric that should never have been on my body at all.

He tends to the problem without my needing to say it, pulling open my blouse. Cheap buttons give way and scatter across his carpet, revealing my bra, which is too tight and rough against my nipples. They are hard as hell, responding to his touch as he drags the palms of his hands lightly over my breasts.

"One second," he says, leaving me for a moment. He strides over and locks his office door. He doesn't close the blinds, though. The city is laid out beneath us as he comes back to me, puts his hands on my hips, and slides the zipper of my skirt down. He lets it fall down my legs, leaving me in my underwear. I wish I'd picked out a nicer bra and panties, but I don't think he cares what I'm wearing, and soon, I don't care either as he lets out a growl and picks me up by the ass, lifting me onto his desk.

He grips my underwear in his fists and snaps the elastic, tearing it from my body, leaving my dripping pussy exposed. I watch, shocked, as he drops to his knees in front of me, his head between my thighs. I feel hot breath on my lips as he takes my scent in, before those kisses that were for my mouth are pressed to my lower lips.

He pleasures me with an agile tongue that seems so much longer and so much hotter than it should be. I feel him playing along the folds of my pussy, exploring me with an almost reverent manner. It's like he wants to know every part of me. Taste every part of me. He pushes his tongue up inside me, and I feel myself spreading for him just a little. He finds my innocence with the tip of his tongue and swirls it there, keeping me in place with two strong hands locked on my hips as I start to squirm.

My clit feels as though it is about to explode. He's not touching it. He dances the tip of his tongue around the outside of it once or twice, but he doesn't give me the satisfaction of direct pleasure. He's artful in his lovemaking. He doesn't need to drive me to distraction this way. I was already more aroused than I have ever been. But he does it anyway. He is winding me up into a state where anything could happen to me and I'd beg for more of it.

"Please…" I start to beg.

He looks up, a broad, sexy grin on his face. It completely transforms him. There's not a remnant of the mean boss who was firing me a few minutes ago. This Cain is different.

"What do you want?"

I squirm as much as I can, feeling his hands clamp down around my hips. He's not going to let me move. He's going to keep me in place and he's going to make me answer the question.

"You," I moan. I don't know how to ask for more than that. I don't know what I want. All I know is that I need him to be inside me.

He makes a little chuckling sound that borders on a growl. He has to hold me quite tightly now to keep me still because I am trying desperately to reach some kind of satisfaction.

"I need you," I repeat.

He stands up, leaving me bereft of his mouth and my pleasure. Sitting on his desk, I am still shorter than him. As he rises, I am forced to look up at him, tilting my head back to meet his flinty gaze.

Cain holds my chin with his thumb and forefinger before kissing me again. There's a tenderness and a hunger. I can feel him holding back. There's a tension in his body, and an intensity in his eyes. He's trying to go slow, but there's nothing in me that wants this slow.

He starts undoing his cufflinks. Holy fuck, he wears cufflinks. Why is that suddenly so sexy? Why is absolutely everything about him so fucking attractive? Even the hair on the back of his wrist that is exposed as he removes them and drops them onto a tray on the desk is hot. Fuck me. Even the tray on the desk is hot. So organized. So controlled. I'm not used to people like him. People who live like this, with trays for things. Yes, he's a billionaire, and that's different enough from what I'm used to, but it's not the gross wealth that impresses me. It's these little things. The crispness of his shirt, the way he…

Oh my god. He's unbuttoning the front of his shirt now. Little by little, his chest is coming into view. He has a thick dark pelt of hair, but I can see the muscularity underneath it. He is hard. Every part of him is toned and fit. He must work out a lot. He's giving me Wolverine . He's giving me Witcher in the bathtub. He's giving me every hot guy I've ever seen all wrapped up in one. There's something superhuman about his physique and his presence. As he comes into view, bare chest, hard torso… his hands go to his pants, and that's when all thought leaves my mind.

His cock springs out. Long. Hard. Real.

I've seen men's parts before, of course. In videos and such. Or when young men came running by, flashing as they jumped into the local swimming hole. None of those brief flashes or image representations prepared me for the reality of a rampantly aroused male member belonging to a man like this.

I am awed, and I am a little afraid. It looks so much bigger than I imagined. So much longer. How will it all fit inside me? The logistics of sex suddenly seem impossible to me. He's huge.

He's monstrous.

"Don't be afraid," he murmurs. "This is all for you."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

He kisses me again, moving a fraction closer as he does. All the muscles in my lower stomach tighten as I feel the length of his cock pressed intimately against my wet pussy. He's just there, thick, long, and hard.

He feels so good, and my desire is growing again. I didn't know it was possible to want him more than I already did, but now it feels like I would do absolutely anything to have his cock inside me, to feel the heat of him going deep into me.

"Please," I whimper again.

He flexes his hips, grinding up against me. I grind back, making my hips gyrate. This feels good, but it's not enough. I feel like nothing is ever going to be enough. I want him so badly it almost hurts.

I feel the head of his cock bumping up against my clit. Every time it makes contact, I feel a little spark go off inside me. He's driving me wild, making me feel less like a human and more like an animal, some female in heat who just needs to be bred.

He takes his mouth from mine and moves his lips to my ear. He suckles lightly on my earlobe, making a whole new erogenous sensation flow through me. At the very same time, as my desire is peaking from what feels like a hundred different directions, he pulls his hips back just enough to drag the head of his cock down my pussy, the head of him finding the place where I am open for him.

He pushes up inside me, spreading me around his flesh. Making my body his body. As he slides into me, he purrs one word in my ear.

"Mine."

He claims me with that word and with his cock. I feel the short, sharp pain of something giving way inside me, and then he is deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I look at him with wide eyes, my mouth falling open in an ‘O' of desire and surprise.

"Good girl," he praises. "You're taking my cock so well. You feel so good. So perfect."

I feel myself melt in the glow of those words, and then sink into the pleasure of making love.

Perched on the edge of the desk, my legs spread wide around his waist, he fucks me with long, firm strokes, every single one of them more pleasurable than the last. I cling to his shoulders, and I let him take me. I surrender to him, to his body, to his desire.

As the pleasure grows, I feel as though I am going to come out of my skin. All sorts of appetites are starting to emerge from me. I don't want to just sit here and be fucked. My instincts demand I return the energy.

Next thing I know, I'm biting him.

I don't know why. I just do. A circle of blunt teeth appears on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasp, immediately apologetic.

He snarls back and returns the bite, but not on my shoulder. He pulls his cock out of me, flips me over onto my stomach, bites the back of my neck and sinks his dick deep inside me. Pinned against the desk by his teeth, and filled with his cock, I utter a sound of satisfaction so primal, I don't recognize it as myself.

Cain reaches down below my belly, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing me in rough circles. He's no longer making tender love to me. He's fucking me like I'm a bad girl. Like I've done something wrong and he's punishing me just a little.

"Want to bite, do you, brat?" He growls the words affectionately as he releases the nape of my neck and instead wraps his hand under and around my throat, squeezing lightly. "You're going to get what you're asking for, you know that."

As he utters the words I didn't even know I needed to hear, strumming my clit and holding my throat and filling me over and over again, I find myself at an orgasmic peak I've never reached before. Every other climax before this one pales in comparison as Cain drives me to a frenzy.

The closer I get to coming, the more aware I become that something is happening inside me. Something like pleasure is building, but it's more than just pleasure. It's also power somehow. I feel as though a part of me has been unlocked, as if I'm no longer afraid of things I was afraid of. I feel invincible. I feel…

My scream of orgasmic tension turns into a howl of pure release.

My lights go out.