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Serena growled. “I’m not Mated and I’m
not
in heat.”
She was lying through her teeth…at least about the heat part. But it was the
principle of the thing, “
Even
if I were, I would never let some
patronizing male dictate where I could go and when I could go.
No way!
”

He caught her hair in his hand and gave her head a gentle
shake while he stared into her eyes. “
My
bitch doesn’t go running around
unprotected when she is close to heat. Learn it. Know it. Live it.”

“I’ll make sure I tell any female who we propose to pair you
with about your ‘requirements’ for her behavior,” Serena taunted. How dare he
suggest she had to get permission to go somewhere?

“The only female to tell is you.
You
are my bitch,
Serena. Get used to it.”

She snarled at him and brought her knee up. He turned just
enough not to get nailed, but she caught his thigh…hard. “I’m not your bitch,
Damien. I belong to me. I will not let anyone dictate to me.
Ever.
”

“Serena, you are being unreasonable and you know it. If a
group of males caught you when you went into heat, they’d mount you no matter
how you felt about it and you’d let them just to get relief. It is a matter of
protection for a female, not domination.”

“Bullshit. You’d want to make sure any pup I had was yours.
It’s
all
about domination.”

His eyes flashed. Before she could think twice about
challenging him, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Let me show
you domination, sweetheart. Maybe then you’ll have something to compare it
with.”

“Put me down!”

He headed for the door and she began to struggle. He slapped
her ass…hard. She winced but moaned at the same time. His slap had turned her
on even more than she was. He went through the entrance door and she looked
into the room before the door closed behind them. She would have laughed at the
various expressions on the faces of the staff if he hadn’t put one of his hands
under her skirt just then and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt. She
gasped in shock and clamped down on the invading fingers.

“Stop! For God’s sake, Damien. Stop!” She moaned and wiggled
as he pushed his fingers deeper, despite her inner muscles fighting the
penetration.

“You pushed me as far as I’ll go, Serena.”

He stopped walking, but his thumb found her clit and stroked
it. She whimpered. She heard elevator doors open. He walked in and turned
around to face the front. She looked to her left and saw a young red-haired
male standing there staring at her. She knew him—Sumner Redwolf. He was an
intern for the law firm on the top floor of the building. They’d made a name
for themselves taking huge cases. What was the name of that place?

Just then Damien slid the two fingers out and reinserted
three. She closed her eyes and almost passed out. Oh God. She was going to come
in front of this guy. She was so close she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop.
She arched her back and spread her thighs a bit. Damien took full advantage and
began a steady in-and-out stroke with his fingers while his thumb circled her
quivering clit. She bit back a moan. Her hands clasped fistfuls of his jacket
while she pressed her face into his back.

She opened like a flower and took his fingers in greedily.
She didn’t care who saw her come right now. Damien could fuck her in the lobby
of the building and she wouldn’t care. Her skin was on fire and she began to
thrust back onto his fingers. She shuddered under the onslaught. When his
thumbnail grazed her clit, she mewled, bucked, arched her back and came hard.
She could feel her cunt juice leak out of her body and coat her thighs. Her
cunt muscles clamped down on his hand as he stabbed his fingers in and out of
her. Still, she kept on coming. Her belly muscles quaked. Her nipples were so
tight they hurt especially with the silk of her bra rubbing them. Even silk was
too rough on them just now.

Serena expected her body to ease off, but it didn’t happen.
He’d quit playing with her but she came again, just because his fingers still
filled her. She sobbed and tried to stop yet another orgasm from raking her body.
She couldn’t.

The doors to the elevator opened, but Damien didn’t move.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Sumner’s dazed eyes. He was
licking his lips and looked shell-shocked, but it was nothing compared with how
she felt at the moment. She was still right on the edge of another climax. All
it would take was for Damien to move a single finger and she’d come again. She
was thankful when he didn’t. She’d never felt anything this intense in her
entire life.

“I think you were getting out here, weren’t you, Sumner?”
Damien asked the young wolf, which caused Serena to start panting. Just the
vibration of his chest when he spoke put her over the edge again. She jerked in
his arms and shuddered in yet another orgasm.

Sumner blinked as if he were awakening from a dream. Then he
looked at Damien. “Oh. Yes sir. Sorry. I was…distracted.”

“So was I.” She heard the laughter in Damien’s voice,
growled and hit him right sharply between the shoulder blades. He stabbed his
fingers into her pussy, which effectively shut her up. She quaked helplessly on
his shoulder.

Sumner stumbled out of the elevator and Damien followed him.
“Where are we going?” She turned to look forward over her shoulder.

“Someplace private to finish our conversation.” He kept
walking down the hall, following the young wolf. Sumner kept looking over his
shoulder at them and tripping over his feet.

“We aren’t talking.”

“No. We aren’t.” The finality of his tone made her tense,
despite his continued stroking of her clit. That definitely didn’t sound good.

The man opened the door and held it for Damien. As they
entered the office, Serena caught the sign—
Blackwolf, Goldbear and
Whitehawk, Attorneys at Law
. She closed her eyes.

“Oh shit.”

He was one of the partners in that fancy-ass law firm on the
top floor. Her ass was grass. No wonder he wore a power suit. This firm was the
terror of the District Attorney’s office, corporate polluters and anyone with a
contract to negotiate. These guys were sharks. Or to be more accurate, they
were shapeshifters. She was doomed.

“Oh shit is right, sweetheart.” He growled as he carried her
down the hall to one of the offices.

Chapter Four

Damien took a deep breath as he continued down the hall then
wished he hadn’t. She smelled so fucking good. He forced himself to concentrate
on putting one foot in front of the other because he was starting to lose
control. He needed to mount her…soon.

If he’d had any doubt that she was “The One”, they’d been
dispelled by the scent rolling off her as she came. Once he’d gotten her onto
his shoulder, her perfume had enveloped him. He’d known it and he’d been
waiting to find it for all of his life. She was his True Mate—the other half of
his soul—and he had no intention of letting her get away from him.

But right now he needed to fuck her so bad, he ached. His
cock was as hard as steel and he didn’t care who saw it.

“Damien!” He turned to the right to look into Kenyon
Whitehawk’s office. Both of his partners were in there.

“We have an appointment with…a client in ten minutes.” Chase
Goldbear reminded him.

“I won’t be there. I’ll be otherwise engaged for the next
several hours.”

“Several
hours
?” Serena squawked from his shoulder.
He pressed into her tight pussy and found her G-spot. When he massaged it, she
tried to get away from him. “No. Damien, stop it.
Please!
” He paused and
she subsided.

He met Chase’s and Kenyon’s eyes and he saw lust in both
men. He bared his teeth in a silent snarl. She was
his
bitch, damn it,
and he didn’t share. His partners exchanged a disappointed look and shrugged.

“We’ll take the meeting. Let us know when you are available
again,” Chase told him. Damien nodded before turning and heading for his
office.

Just before he got out of earshot, he heard Kenyon say,
“Damn good thing he went to the expense of installing soundproofing in here.
Those two will be howling in no time.” Damien grinned, especially when he felt
Serena tense. She was due for a serious lesson in submission to her Mate, and
he was just the wolf to give it to her.

He walked past his assistant. “I’ll be unavailable until
further notice, Rosalie. You can leave early today if you want.”

He entered his office, closed the door and locked it. He
crossed to his desk. He pulled his fingers out of Serena and she came. He eased
her off his shoulder and on to her feet. She was unsteady so he kept an arm
around her waist. He licked his sticky fingers. Damn but it was good…as
addictive as licking honey. Finally, she looked up at him. Her face was red and
her eyes filled with fire, but he didn’t intend to let her get her balance.

He took a step back and she almost fell. She caught herself
on his desk. “Damn you, Damien, how could you publicly humiliate me like that?”

“Strip,” he ordered, as though he hadn’t heard a word.

She blinked. “What?”

“I said…
Strip
.”

“I am not going to bow and scrape like some omega!” Her
voice was rising.

“I’m holding on by a thread, Serena. Either strip or I’ll
rip off every stitch of clothing you are wearing. Don’t think I won’t do it.”
He pulled the ripped panties out of his pocket as proof. She swallowed hard and
licked her lips nervously. Good. It was about time she realized that he was an
Alpha.

She might be nervous, but she was also aroused. Her scent
grew stronger when he dominated her. He restrained a smile. They really were made
for each other. They would be partners in life, but he’d be dominant in their
bedroom. She reached for her skirt, intent on getting her clothes off.

“No, sweetheart. Do it right.” He walked around the desk and
sat down in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk insolently, twirling her
panties on his finger. He could see her temper flare so Damien smiled, tossing
her panties on the floor.

“What the hell do you mean, do it right?” Her voice dropped
to a whisper of outrage, so he smiled. Her temper edged up another notch.

“I mean strip for me. Tease me. Make me hot.”

“This is ridiculous. I am out of here.” Serena turned and
headed for the door.

“Take one more step, my sweet bitch, and you’ll wish you
hadn’t.” She whipped around, confused and angry. He softened his voice…just a
little. “Come here, Serena, and strip for me. Strip like you
mean
it.”

“I’d really rather not.”

Her voice was subdued and color suffused her cheeks. He
began to get an inkling of the problem. Serena was shy about him seeing her
nude. Damien wanted to howl with frustration. She was the sexiest female he’d
ever met and she didn’t seem to realize it. He cocked his head and narrowed his
eyes.

He opened his jacket and made his rather large hard-on
obvious to her. He ran his hand lightly over the place where he tented his
trousers. “Do you think I get this hard for just any female?” Her eyes fastened
on his cock and he smiled lazily at her. Oh yeah. She wanted him. She wanted
him inside her and driving her insane.

“Frankly, yes. You are a male wolf, Damien. If a female goes
into heat, you’re right there.”

He shook his head. “Not like this. I want to bury myself in
you and not come out for days. I want to take you again and again. I want you
to beg me not to stop…then I want you to beg me to stop. Then I want you to
just beg and not even know what the hell you’re begging for.”

Serena shivered and licked her lips but still she shook her
head. “AMS.”

“AMS?”

“Alpha Male Syndrome.”

Damien groaned. “Fuck this shit. Just strip for me and we
can have this argument later.”

“I am not going to strip…”

“If I have to walk over there, Serena…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll regret it. Yada, yada, yada.”

“That’s it.” He snarled, his wolf breaking free of
restraint.

He was out of his chair, grabbing her almost before she
finished saying the last yada. Damien ripped her jacket open, pulled it off and
threw it across the room. He tore her skirt down one seam and tossed it too,
enjoying a thorough perusal of her exquisite form. Serena had magnificent full
breasts rising from her half-cup bra, which left her pink nipples just barely
exposed. Her pussy was covered with a golden down and she wore a garter belt,
sheer black stockings and black stiletto heels. She was sex on wheels. He could
definitely work with this wardrobe. He swept his desk clear with his arm and
picked her up before she could start to fight, and then he laid her down on the
desk.

“Don’t move from that spot, Serena.” Damien warned while
staring into her eyes intently. He walked over to the two windows and grabbed
the tiebacks from both sets of curtains, returning to the desk, he looked down
at where he’d left her. She did have a sense of self-preservation. She hadn’t
moved.

“What are you going to do with those?” Her voice quavered.
He might have thought she was scared if he hadn’t been able to catch the scent
of her musky arousal growing stronger. She was turned-on and getting hotter.

“Exactly what you think I am.” He tied first one then the
other of her ankles to his desk then did the same to both her hands. Serena was
spread-eagle on top of the shiny wood and ready for more. She looked like a
sacrifice to the gods. It was a good look for her. “I think it’s time to play,
don’t you?”

“Damien, what are you going to do to me?”

“Don’t you remember what I told you in the office, Serena?
I’m going to make you beg. If I like what I hear, maybe I’ll even let you
come.” Her hips jerked in response, which made his erection throb.