Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
There is a big desk covered in various items of a decorative nature. Some of them look delicate. That rules out tossing everything on it onto the floor when I fuck her into submission. Perhaps we’ll do it on the oversized shaggy toon wolf rug. I am going to defile this woman.
No. More than that.
I am going to mate her. No.
The beast inside me demands more still.
I am going to breed her.
The realization comes over me all at once.
I just met my mate.
I expected to do it in the deep woods and wilds of the reserve, but instead it is happening inside a cotton candy fever dream squatting in the shell of my childhood.
“I’m here to do a deal,” I tell her.
She has to be feeling this as well, the magnetic pull between us. The very near feral impulses coursing through my body have to be answered.
I look at her, seeking signs of blushing, of heat. She takes a step back and narrows her eyes even more. Her hackles are invisibly raised. I don’t see arousal. I see hostility. She’s scared. But not the kind of scared that will make her turn tail or submit. This is the kind of fear that turns into deep bites and savagery.
There is so much more going on here than I had bargained for. My instincts make me want to take her roughly here and now, but we live in a civilized world and there are motions that have to be gone through. She has to want it. Scrap that. She has to beg for it.
“I’m sorry,” she smirks at me.
If I couldn’t smell the fear, I might believe her bravado.
“We’re not interested in doing a deal with you. You left this place abandoned, because the city is too big for you to handle on your own. We’re actually doing you a favor.”
I smile at her with the indulgence a powerful predator shows a yapping pup.
“Is that right? Because from my perspective, you’re squatting.”
“Squatters have rights,” she says. “I think, if you call one of your fancy lawyers, you’ll soon discover that you don’t own this building as much as you think you do. Now. Get the hell out of my office.”
* * *
Nicky
Get the hell out of my office.
Those words hang in the air between us. That was a big swing, and it might turn out to be an even bigger miss. He could rip me apart if he wanted to, and we both know nobody would do anything about it.
I didn’t plan on meeting Rex Regent today. If I’d known, I would have worn something prettier, or scarier. My t-shirt has curses on it, but it’s a t-shirt and there is only so much aura you can have wearing a shirt and jeans. I can feel a whine inside me as the animal I try not to be responds to him.
This man is, well, he’s not a fucking man. He’s a fucking beast. I’ve never encountered anybody with such intense and pure alpha energy. He looks at me, and his blue eyes glint with a fierceness that makes my inner animal rouse in response.
He’s six feet five. They don’t explain to you how tall that is outside a basketball court. It’s basically like having a living giant stroll into your office. Some of the guys in my pack are large as well. Some of them might even be almost as tall as him. But none of them make me feel this way.
I keep my distance for a lot of reasons, one of them being I don’t want to have to look up at him too much.
I feel lightheaded and slightly high in general, like I just took a hit of something illegal.
I guess I knew this moment would come. When we turned down the acquisition, the lawyers politely threatened us that Rex Regent would make an appearance himself.
I told them that the stupid man with his even stupider name was welcome to try to change our minds. We have the law on our side. Human law. The kind of law that holds the world together. He knows it too. That’s why he’s here. If it wasn’t on our side, he would have put his weight against it and he would have let it crush us for him.
That’s what Regent does. It’s a company too powerful to notice what it is fucking up. But every princess has her pea, as my mom used to say, and I know that being small can also mean being mighty as long as you use your little leverage in the right ways.
He’s smoldering at me now. He could glower if he wanted, but he’s saving the intimidating alpha energy for another time. I saw what his brows did when he first laid eyes on me. He’d assumed I was a man. Men do that.