“Enough,” Logan declared. He rose and placed his palms down onto the table’s smooth surface. “Devereoux, as much as I appreciate you cooperating with Acadian Wolves, I think we’ve covered everything. We’ll meet you there at nine.”
Léopold stood, giving a slight nod to Étienne and Xavier. Dimitri followed suit, intending to accompany them out of the house. As he did, Léopold boldly strode across the room, directly approaching Wynter. Logan growled, pushing in front of her.
The dashing vampire merely chuckled. “Alpha, you’ve found your wolf, no? I won’t harm her.”
“It’s okay, Logan,” Wynter stated calmly, determined to show no fear. She slid around Logan to face Léopold directly. Logan wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her close to him. “Monsieur Devereoux, I appreciate your help with this. They’ll come for me otherwise.”
“Brave fille. No matter what you think, I won’t let them have you…whoever
they
may be.” He reached for her hand, and Wynter found herself allowing him to take it. Logan visibly tensed as Léopold kissed the back of her wrist, letting it go as quickly as he’d taken it.
“This is important. We mustn’t fail,” she insisted. Wynter brought her palm to her chest, feigning courage.
“A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost,” Léopold stated.
“Sorry?” Wynter asked.
“Sartre,” the vampire quoted. “I’m optimistic, given that they haven’t moved.”
“We shall see tonight, won’t we?” Logan commented.
“That we will…that we will,” Léopold repeated, waving a hand in the air as he left the room.
By the time everyone was gone, Logan’s confidence regarding the probability of finding the killer had risen.
“Odd vampire, isn’t he?” Wynter noted.
“That he is. My gut tells me he abides by some code of honor, but don’t ever mistake him for anything but what he is,” Logan warned.
“A monster?”
Logan smiled. “Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster.”
She laughed. “Another quote?”
“Friedrich Nietzsche,” Logan confirmed. He took her hands in his. “We have a few hours before it’s time to leave. I know I should be encouraging you to go relax, take a nap or something sensible like that.”
“Relax, huh? How ‘bout a bubble bath? Or a massage?” She winked and dragged her finger down his chest.
“A bath sounds good to me as long as I’m in there with you.” Logan pulled her flush to him, burying his head in her neck and growled. “You drive me crazy, do you know that? I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Wynter giggled, growing aroused, loving the feel of his warm lips on her skin. She looked over to the table and gave him a sexy smile. “My Alpha,” she began seductively. “You know, I just noticed that this is a really nice table. Sturdy. Long. Hard.”
My Alpha?
Logan’s cock thickened at her words.
The table isn’t the only hard thing in this room, baby.
He glanced to its wooden top then back to her with a smile.
“African mahogany. A friend custom made it for me. You like?”
“Oh I like. I mean, it looks very functional. I bet we could get a lot of
work
done at this table,” she mused with a wink. Meeting his eyes, she gave him a suggestive smile and cocked her eyebrow. She slid her hand down between his legs and cupped his hard arousal. “You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be a secretary. I’ve been looking around here, and it seems you’re in need of some assistance.”
Logan hissed, closing his eyes. Holy shit, that felt amazing.
“How about
I
fill in for your secretary today?” she asked. “I’m very good at dictation, sir.”
Wynter had never in her life been so forward. But after making love to Logan, she craved him more than ever. As though she were addicted to a drug, she needed more. The warmth between her legs grew painful. Feeling flirtatious and horny, she didn’t think it would take very long to entice him into her fantasy.
Logan eyed Wynter, hardly believing he could be so lucky.
His naughty little wolf wanted a romp in the office? Seriously?
His brain said ‘no way’, but his burgeoning erection said, ‘hell yes’. He’d have to be careful not to get carried away. His wolf wanted this woman in the worst way, sought to claim her.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re askin’. My wolf, he’s restless.” He gently nipped at her collarbone, as if to give her fair warning. If he took her, it was going to be rough and hard.
“But I do…I know exactly what I’m agreeing to.” Wynter leaned into Logan and placed a kiss to his chin then dragged her tongue along his bottom lip and kissed him.
“Do you now?” Logan grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently pulling her head backwards. Revealing her neck, he licked at the hollow until she gasped.
“I need it…need you…here…” Wynter breathed.
“Do you submit, little one?” He peppered her with soft kisses. “Is that what you crave?” He pushed up her dress, reached between her legs, sliding his fingers into her slick folds. She tried to move, and he stilled her, holding her by the back of her hair.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she cried.
He drove a thick finger up into her hot pussy, tracing small circles over her clit with his thumb. “Like this? Is this what you want? Oh, yes…yes you do. You’re so wet.”
Closing her eyes, she nodded and moaned.
Submit? Dominate? It was all good.
She’d do whatever he wanted as long as he made love with her now.
“Turn around,” he commanded, pulling his hand out of her panties. “Hands on the table, Miss Ryan.”
Wynter complied. No longer able to see, her breath grew rapid in anticipation of what he’d do next.
“That’s a girl. Spread your legs,” he growled. With his knee, he prodded them open. “Sorry, but these have got to go.”
Pushing up her dress, he exposed her bottom. He extended a claw, easily tearing the strings of her thong. She moaned as the cool air hit her skin.
“Please,” Wynter begged. Swollen with arousal, she needed him back inside her.
“Patience, baby.” Logan bent forward, placing his hands on the front of her thighs and then slid them upward, taking the dress with him. “Arms up. Hands back on the table, now.”
Wynter obeyed and caught a glimpse of the dress as it fell to the floor. Fully nude, she leaned over the table.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” he crooned. “I must say that I’ve never had a secretary like you in my entire life. I suppose you’re correct. This table will do nicely. We can get a lot of work done here.”
She giggled and went to turn around so she could see him.
“Don’t. Move,” he said tersely, trying to stifle the urge to slam into her. He was ready to come right there. But she wanted a fantasy. So he’d take his time.
“You still want to play?” he asked, confirming she really wanted this. There was no going back, once they got started.
Play?
She was stark naked bent over a conference table with the door to the room open. Dimitri could walk in and see them at any time. A thrill ran through her. Was she really doing this? The old Wynter was conservative and reserved, but the new Wynter; it seemed her wolf wanted to explore and experience everything as long as it was with Logan.
“Yes, Alpha,” she assured him, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see into her.
Logan bit his fist, watching her open for him. She was upping the ante, he knew. He’d see her and then some. Logan unbuckled his pants with one hand while running his other down her back. His fingers wandered over her anus until he reached the wetness between her legs. He felt her shiver under his touch.
“You’ve been a bad, bad secretary, Miss Ryan,” he began with a wry smile.
“Yes, yes I have,” she agreed.
Oh God, why wouldn’t he just fuck her already?
Logan removed his hand and slowly stood to her side. She looked up at him and smiled.
“You were flirting with my coworker, weren’t you?” Her full breasts were heavy with arousal; their rosy tips hardened. Logan loved how turned on she was by their role play.
“Yes. I’m very sorry.” She gave him a sexy nod and flashed her eyes at him.
“You need to learn that I do not tolerate that kind of behavior in the office. Perhaps you need a spanking?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow. Logan walked around the table leaving her all alone.
“No, no I don’t. I promise I won’t do it again.”
“I think you might like it,” he said playfully, wondering how far he should push her. This was a little kinky, even for him. Dimitri would have a field day if he came back into the house.
“Let’s see, Miss Ryan. Should I punish you in private? Or,” Logan reached for the doorknob but released it. As if he were deep in thought, he paused, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you would like me to leave the door open.”
She knew she should tell him to shut the damn door, but the words never came. No, she wanted the thrill of knowing anyone could come in and see them. What the hell was wrong with her? She dropped her head in embarrassment, laughing silently to herself.
“You want everyone in the office to see us? You do, don’t you? You are a naughty little secretary aren’t you?”
“No, I…” she protested.
“You want to do more than flirt with my clients? Two men at once? Is that what you fantasize about, little wolf?” Leaving the door open, Logan quickly rounded behind her.
“No,” she lied. Throbbing with need, she began to breathe heavily. The sound of his zipper coming undone rang in her ears.
“Tell me the truth, Miss Ryan. I don’t like it when my secretaries lie to me.”
She shook her head in denial.
“You are a bad girl,” Logan said as his slapped her ass. He could not believe he was doing this with her but at the same time, who was he to deny her fantasy?
She cried out as a sting hit her cheek. “Yes!” she yelled.
What did she just say?
Logan gave a small laugh, wondering if she was saying yes to two men or to being spanked, and suspected it was both. The scent of her arousal made him hot with need; he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. He caressed her reddened cheek and then slid two fingers into her hot core. Wynter pushed back on him with a pleasured hiss.
“I can’t believe I hired such a naughty secretary. Goddess, this is so hot, Wyn.” He broke character and kicked off his pants, letting his hard shaft press into the cleft of her bottom.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Do you promise to be a good secretary? No more flirting?” He was finding it hard not to laugh. How the hell did this get started? Oh yeah, the conference table.
“Yes sir, I promise. Just keep on…ah,” she moaned as he gave her what she needed. His fingers pressed in and out of her wet sheath.
“I’m going to fuck you, Wynter. Now,” he growled against her neck.
The sexy whisper in her ear sent chills across her body. She panted in anticipation.
“Hard. And fast. Until you scream for more.” Logan withdrew his fingers. Cupping her chin from behind, he slid the creamy digits into her mouth. As she sucked her own juice off his fingers, he placed the head of his cock between her legs.
“Logan, I can’t wait. Oh my God,” she sighed. Dirty talk had never been her thing, but damn if it didn’t make her ache. She needed him now, filling her.
His wolf roared. Her submission and playfulness was more than he could have ever asked for in a mate. Unable to draw out their game, he slammed his cock into her from behind all the way to the hilt. He grunted, holding still for a second. He wanted rough but didn’t want to hurt her.
Wynter cried his name as he filled her completely. His long thick flesh stretched her core, and she needed him to move. Gasping for air, she released a whimper, trying to get him to thrust.
“Fuck, Wyn. You make me so hot,” he withdrew and plunged into her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.”
“Yes!” she screamed, pressing back onto him. Letting her hands splay forward, she pressed her chest onto the cool table, allowing him to go deeper.
“Oh yeah.” Logan slammed into her again and again, fisting her hair so her head lifted off the wood. He reached around, sliding his hand under her chest so that he could hold her breast.
“Fuck me. Harder,” she encouraged. God, she loved making love with this man.
Logan’s wolf went feral for his mate. Barely aware of his canines extending, he moved his hand from her breast to her belly so he could pull her upright. Bending his knees, he continued to penetrate her with the hardness of his sex. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room, driving them into an animalistic fervor. Guiding her head using her ponytail, he sought her mouth, sweeping his tongue into her parted lips.
Wynter craned her neck backwards, kissing him passionately in return. Her body was on fire, the hot pool of her arousal stoked by his movement. As his fingers moved from her belly down to her wet folds, she cried out again. The pressure of her orgasm was so close. Within seconds, the searing climax rocked through her body, throwing her into spasms of pleasure.
Logan hadn’t planned on losing control, but in that moment, Wynter was his life. His present and future. No longer would he live his life alone. He’d blame it on his wolf, but in truth, it was the heart of the man who wanted to claim this woman as his own. As she tumbled over into her release, Logan surrendered control to her and to his own nature. With a wild cry of blissful agony and pleasure, he flooded into her, pulsating in orgasm. The walls of sanity came crashing down around him as his fangs bit into her shoulder.
What did I do? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Logan was shocked at what he’d just done, but as he gently took Wynter into his arms, cradling her to his chest, he couldn’t summon an ounce of remorse. Instead, his wolf, categorically satisfied, howled in victory, invigorated that he’d marked his mate. Logan knew that it shouldn’t have happened like this. But if she’d been a wolf, he wouldn’t have needed to explain it to her. It was a natural act after all. Hell, in a perfect world, Wynter would have already marked him back.
Logan carried her up the stairs, quickly finding his bedroom. Before he made it to the mattress, Wynter had curled into his body like a purring kitten and drifted off to sleep. Without disconnecting, he carefully laid on the bed, bringing her with him so her head rested on his chest. Gliding a finger along her shoulder, he smiled. His bite was already transforming into a unique design. Like Wynter, it was small, beautiful and understated. Two intertwining loops had appeared; Logan likened them to linked souls, independent but co-existing as one. It was a sentimental thought, he knew, but a sense of pride clutched at his chest nonetheless.