Chapter - Lola

Iwas with Lou and Morgan almost all day. We went downtown and then came back for dinner. It was a blast, but my mind was never far from Richard. Eventually, I ran across Connall and learned Richard does paperwork in his office most nights.

So, here I am.

And, moons, the sight before me is overwhelming. The air is saturated with the combined scents of our arousal. My heart races, fingers twitching on the small remote in my hand.

Richard leans back in his office chair, dark eyes locked onto mine. Big Daddy's green shines through them as he unzips his jeans and slides them down his muscular hips. His cock springs free, bobbing up toward his stomach. It's absolutely covered in precum. My mouth goes dry, the urge to drop to both knees and worship him so strong, I nearly do it.

But this slow game we're playing, this tease, I'm enjoying it far too much.

Richard shifts the pants to his knees and slides them off his legs, kicking them away.

I take a minute to admire the sheer power of his body. Thick, muscular thighs. A perfect, girthy cock with a swollen knot the size of my fist at the base. A thick silicone ring around his sack and knot accentuates the sheer size of it. It's connected to a strip of silicone that disappears between his thighs. Goddess, he's wearing a plug; he must be. That's got to be what's vibrating. And the idea of this alpha edging himself in the office, probably thinking about me, has me ready to leap on top of him.

His shirt is still buttoned, giving me a hint of flexed, taut abs covered in tattoos. Richard's chest heaves softly, and by the time I meet his gaze, slick flows from me like a fountain.

I jerk my head toward his button down. "Take that off." I've never commanded a man like this, but somehow, it comes naturally with him.

His nostrils flare, but he unbuttons the denim shirt and opens it wide, giving me a better view of his naked chest and stomach. "Play with me," he commands on a growl, placing both hands on the arms of his desk chair.

I can't look away from his beautiful body, so I start in the top left corner of the remote, mashing the first button. The humming vibration slows, and he relaxes, a soft smile coming to his face. It goes predatory as he stares at me. "Slow and steady is nice."

But based on the sheer state of him and the steady drip from his cock, I suspect he's been doing this for a while, so I mash button number two. The vibration picks up, and his eyes roll into his head, which falls back against the chair.

Heat flares between my thighs. Goddess, I want that knot. It seems to expand further as his dick bobs and drips a sticky stream of seed onto his abs. His fingers tighten around the chair arms, his wolf's claws slipping out as wood splinters and cracks.

A soft growl rumbles from my throat, my wolf right up front for the show. I can feel her desire as deeply as my own—she wants to see Big Daddy again. And I need more of the scene playing out in front of me.

Richard's abs flex under tattooed, copper skin. Without looking away, I feel for the third button and press it. He jerks, back arching as his lips curl into a snarl. The chair arms splinter to bits, and he lets go with his right hand, bringing it over his head to hold on to the chair's back. His hips begin to roll softly, his thighs trembling and flexing as his eyes spring open.

I'm so wet and turned on, I debate jumping him and sinking onto that beautiful knot. But I'm on button three of six, and I'm desperate to know what happens with the rest.

"Don't come yet," I command, depressing the fourth button. Pink dusts his angular cheeks as he runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper waves.

Richard snarls and snaps, his hips jerking as precum spurts from him, the flow heavier than before. His eyes still don't leave mine, but his mouth drops open, his panted breaths rapid-fire as he stares at me like he wants to eat me alive.

"What would it be like for you to unleash on me?" I murmur. "Would you be violent, Richard?"

"Fuck yes." He shifts forward and reaches for me. "An alpha's job is to protect everyone, but his omega is another story. She's where he unleashes, sweetheart. She's HIS resting place. His sweetest torment. His hottest fuck. Sweet nothings aren't a pack alpha's style. Dominance, that's what I want."

I stand just out of his reach and kick my flip-flop off, putting my foot in the middle of his chest. Pressing on his chest with my arch, I shove him against the chair and press the fifth button.

He howls and pants, one hand coming to my ankle. His muscular hips buck and rock, his cock bobbing and dripping.

"Tsk tsk, Alpha," I chide on a laugh. "You're making a mess."

A ragged growl rips from his throat, full of Big Daddy's alpha tone. When he speaks, it's a combination of two voices that I hear.

"So clean me the fuck up, omega." His eyes narrow, his grip on my ankle tightening.

I pull out of his grip and lift my chin defiantly. "I'm not done pressing buttons, Richard."

He shifts up out of the chair so fast, I barely track the movement, caging me on the desk between his big arms. His dick presses into my belly, wetting my corset as his mouth hovers above mine. "I'm a hair's breadth from exploding all over you. Take it back to one before I lose my fucking mind."

His demand is laced with a pack alpha's dominance. Obediently, I press the first button. The sound of the plug's vibrations dies down as he grabs the remote from me and tosses it on his desk.

He stands and backs up a step, his dick spearing the air between us. "Take your clothes off."

I push away from the desk edge and pull my shirt over my head. His big hands reach around me, expertly unclasping my bra. He yanks it off and tosses it over his shoulder.

Voices echo from the corridor. I freeze. Goddess, it sounds like a whole group of monsters. Richard grabs me and flips me, placing my hands flat on the desk surface. His hips press against my ass, his breath warm on my ear. "Let's play a little game, naughty girl. I'm going to get you off, Lola, and I don't want you to make a sound."

I whimper, but his hand comes to my mouth and muffles the noise.

"Silence," he hisses into my ear. "Or else you'll be punished."

Oh, fuuuuck. What kind of punishment would he mete out? I want to know—I really, really want to know.

But he's not done commanding me. "Reach down and unzip your pants. Shove them down as far as you can. Be quiet."

The voices come closer, and his damn office door is halfway open. My body is alive with electric energy, fueled by the terror of getting caught. I unzip my pants, and his hands come to mine and help push the jeans down my thighs to my knees.

His big hand slides up between my breasts to grip my throat, his lips still brushing the shell of my ear. "That noise is the gnome cleaning crew. They like to play music and fuck around while they're cleaning. Their hearing is excellent, though."

I bite my lip to hold back a whine as his grip on my throat tightens hard enough that black stars dance across my vision. His breath is warm on my ear, his body all hard planes at my back as he slips his right hand between my thighs. I jerk at the sensation of being touched by him like this for the first time. My mouth falls open when two fingers slip between my legs, curling to stroke my pussy lips with a gentle, practiced touch.

"Fucking soaked," he says on a growl. The following chuckle tightens every inch of my body, pussy clenching on nothing until he slips two fingers inside and strokes.

I gasp and move my hands to grab at his arms, a needy moan leaving my mouth before I remember to quiet the sound.

"Did you hear something?" a tiny voice floats in from the corridor outside.

Tension amps, my heart racing as I consider what would happen if the cleaning crew showed up in the doorway. Would Richard even stop? Or would he just?—

"I won't stop now," he croons into my ear like he read my mind. "So unless you want them to see the princess being fucked by her big alpha, be quiet." A throaty laugh rumbles from him, tickling the side of my neck. "Or maybe you like that, hmm? Does it thrill you to think anyone could walk in and see me fucking this sweet pussy with my fingers? Does that turn you on, imagining them bearing witness while you fall apart?"

Slick drips from me like a waterfall as I hold on to his forearm for dear life. His fingers move with steady, deep, slow strokes, hitting my G-spot with every pass as I pant and beg in silence, my mouth open, hard nipples aching and desperate for his touch. His chest is hot against my back, searing my skin like a brand.

When he moves backward, putting space between our upper bodies, I almost cry out from the loss of his warmth. But then he curls over me and licks a flat, hot path up my spine to my neck. He breathes in, scenting me as I perfume like crazy for him. Another rough lick sends flares of heat along my neck and shoulders as I shudder.

Richard's teeth clamp slowly down on a spot where my neck and shoulder meet, his fingers tightening around my throat. His other hand works faster between my thighs, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit with every pass.

He releases the shallow bite. "Come, Lola."

And come, I fucking do. Everything in me builds and swirls until pulsing, throbbing ecstasy radiates from my pussy outward. Richard groans softly as I clench around his fingers, slapping a hand over my mouth to hold the scream that threatens to overcome everything. I curl over the desk, trying to close my thighs against a wash of pleasure so strong, my vision goes black, hearing disappears, and everything turns inward to the bliss.

I don't know how long it goes on for, just that when orgasm finally, finally fades, he's still stroking between my thighs.

The faint sound of his plug breaks through my consciousness, giving me an idea. Reaching behind me, I guide his cock between my legs and rock along the length of it, dripping cum and slick all over him.

"Goddess," he groans, thrusting his hips against my ass. "That's it, omega, ride this knot until you come again."

I shift backward as he thrusts, forcing his knot to kiss between my thighs. My pussy lips part around it as it rubs against my clit. Orgasm builds again as I reach for the remote to his plug, mashing the final button.

He grunts and lets out a string of expletives that have me blushing and rocking back faster and faster along his length. Every pass of his cock through my folds drives me higher and higher, our combined breathing heavy and desperate as we rock together.

A choking sound, followed by the jerk of his body, tosses me over the edge. When his cock emerges through my thighs, I wrap my hand around it and milk him, cum spurting all over my fingers as orgasm barrels through me again. Slick splashes from me, coating him and my hands and the floor—and I don't even care.

There's only the fraught silence, the tension of trying to hold back a scream that's on the very edge of my tongue.

Richard's teeth close around my shoulder and bite, a soft, pained grunt whispered against my skin. His chest rises fast against my back, his tongue swirling softly against my skin as the last moments of orgasm force seed onto my eager fingers.

When ecstasy stops, my knees threaten to give out. Footsteps sound outside the door, but I can't be bothered to look. Voices fade as Richard buries his face in my curls and breathes in.

"Luna," he whispers on a soft groan. "My dirty girl, you feel so good on my fingers."

I huff out a quietish laugh and stroke my fingers down his forearm. "Still want me to clean you up, Alpha?"

He groans but releases my throat and pulls his hand carefully from between my legs. Spinning me in place, he dips and grabs me by the backs of my thighs. In one swift move, he tosses me over his shoulder and stalks toward the door.

"Richard," I hiss, even though I can't hold back a laugh. "The cleaning crew is still here!"

"Then be quiet," he commands playfully, smacking my ass. I swear the sound reverberates off the walls so dang loud. But I clap a hand over my mouth as he stalks to the door and opens it quietly.

This should be interesting.