The Lawyer's Mate (3 page)

Blue blooded women could be a lot of things these days. Werewolves weren't on that list.

Andy sat down in the seat opposite her looking fine in a leather jacket and carrying a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I see you started without me." He poured out two shots.

Wren picked up a glass and swirled the liquid around. "I didn't know that I was waiting for you." She tilted it back in one gulp, barely wincing as fire burned its way down her throat.

He filled her glass back up when she set it down. "Do you want to talk about earlier?" He asked.

"Are you here to ask stupid questions or are you here to drink?" Wren snapped, then smiled as he pounded back a shot. She sipped at the whiskey this time, enjoying the sensation and feeling the gentle warning fuzziness begin at the tips of her fingers. "So, are you drinking for a reason?"

Andy's eyes met hers, flaring yellow. "Yes."

She knew hers brightened as well. "Me too."

At first they just drank and the silence between them remained comfortable. But after awhile Andy offered up a comment about the music and Wren responded with something about the decorations. They each mentioned restaurants they liked in the city and talked about law school. Wren knew she was in trouble when she laughed at one of his jokes, but tonight she didn't care. Tonight was about having a little fun and ignoring everything back home. They didn't get to control her anymore.

She grinned at Andy. "Want to go make out?"

"Are you sure about that?" He had that boring serious tone of voice that she usually used.

"Offer's off the table in ten seconds."

He sprung from his seat and she laughed at the urgency in his eyes. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her along through a hallway behind the DJ booth and into a small office separated from the hallway with only a curtain of beads. They tangled together through the curtain to land his ass against the desk with her in front of him, lips meeting somewhere in the middle.

Wren pulled her hand from his and laced both hands through his hair. She licked at his tongue, trying to dominate him.

He hitched her onto his thigh, letting her ride him, as his hands quested under her shirt and up and up over her skin until he felt that she wasn't wearing a bra. He must have seen it earlier, but his cock hardened even further at the discovery.

Their tongues tangled and Wren reveled in the taste of him, hot passion arcing through her, making her wet. She nipped at his lower lip playfully, smiling into him as he growled at her. This predatory side got her so hot.

His hand came around to cup her breast and she stiffened on top of him his thumb brushed her nipple.

Someone stomped their way down the hallway, ignoring them. But Wren realized that they could be seen at anytime. That should have cooled her down, made her come to her senses, instead she just wanted more, faster, now. Let them see her, she had a gorgeous man straining to be inside her and could not contain her moans of pleasure at his clever hands.

One of those hands dipped lower, unbuckling her jeans, dipping into her pants, and swirling around that hardened nub of pleasure. Wren whimpered, her cunt rippling with desire. Andy slid his finger over and around and up and back, not quite falling into a rhythm but exploring her slick folds, first with one finger and then he let two dance upon her. But while his fingers quested his lips didn't let up, exploring and tasting her mouth with the fervor of a starving man.

She could feel the peak coming, but just as she sat on the verge he stilled his hand, resting it on her, one centimeter from within her and coated with her slickness. Wren pressed herself down onto his hand and felt him smile at her urgency.

Her eyes squeezed so tightly shut she saw shapes dancing behind them. And Andy took off again, circling her clit quicker and quicker as if he had done this to her a thousand times, knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it.

Wren's breaths came in pants as she moved against him, helpless to do anything but urge him on until the crescendo built and built and exploded in a blinding wave of heat leaving her shivering and her pussy convulsing with pure pleasure.

She collapsed onto the desk chair, far more drunk from the satisfaction of her climax than from the alcohol. With a few quick movements she buttoned up her pants, but when she looked back up, Andy was gone.

~-~

It was two days later and Andy couldn't stop thinking of that night at the Merge. They still worked together, but she pretended that nothing had happened between them. Andy woke up hard and thrusting into his sheets. It seemed they handled things differently.

After watching that ecstasy engulf her, he knew that he wanted more and more. Even without sex he had hoped that small taste would help to sate the thirst growing between them, but if anything that hunger grew. He'd heard of this before, this all consuming desire that could never be satisfied.

Wren might be his mate.

It was not quite an issue of fate, not quite an issue of choice. Sometimes werewolves saw a person who roused everything within them. This urge could compel the most strong willed of alpha's to turn a woman he had only known for minutes into a werewolf before pursuing her.

It could lead two otherwise completely professional adults to damn near fuck each other senseless whenever they let go of the tiniest bit of their own control.

But if Wren was his mate, that meant a lot more than just great sex. That was something that meant a hell of a lot more.

And he would need to keep it all under control for now as they met in front of the office to drive out to the jail where Parker Griffith awaited trial, his bail set so high he could not hope to post it. He had told Wren what Kelly revealed to him about the servers and the hidden folders. They wanted to see if it lead anywhere.

Once they checked into the prison an officer led Griffith to where they waited in a small, secure meeting room. After discussing the progress on his case and laying out the shape of things to come, Andy began to ask questions.

"I'm going to remind you that our conversation is private and privileged, Mr. Griffith." Griffith nodded, those words familiar. "I want to know why you broke in to Silver Sky Research."

Griffith tensed up. "Shouldn't I not admit guilt?" He finally asked.

Wren narrowed her eyes, "We're neither the police nor the prosecutor. The more information we have, the better we can defend you."

Griffith nodded. "Well, they do a lot of animal testing there, like, weird stuff. I have this friend..." he looked between the two attorneys.

"We don't need to know who he is." Andy said.

"So, he knows someone at the lab. And he says they don't just study some of those animals in the wild, they bring them into the facility."

Andy knew the lab had a wing dedicated to the rehabilitation of orphaned and injured animals. Griffith seemed dedicated enough to his cause to mistake it for something far more sinister.

"Are you speaking about the animal rehabilitation center?" Wren asked.

Griffith shook his head. "No, that's all above board as far as we can tell." So much for Andy's theory of incompetence on that count. "This is like, gene splicing shit. Totally weird and harmful."

"So what were you hoping to steal?" Andy asked, Griffith had been apprehended just outside the facility, with a few vials of painkillers that went for a high price on the street. Even more had gone missing from the facility. Griffith claimed he hadn't taken it.

"Not steal, record." He shrugged. "I had to ditch it in the woods before the cops got me."

"Was there anything of note on the recording?"

Griffith looked at Wren, sizing her up, deciding whether he would talk. "Don't think I'm crazy, okay?" Wren nodded and Griffith continued. "I didn't get a good look at it, and the recording was bad. I was looking through a security video. And it looked like a dude straight up changed into a wolf. Like a real wolf, like a werewolf."

Andy and Wren exchanged a look. Griffith might have interpreted it as disbelief, but they had no trouble on that count.

They wrapped up the interview shortly after that and headed back to the car. Andy drove back into the city while Wren sat in the passenger seat, clearly thinking. "We'll have to tell Max about this." She said.

Andy nodded. "This could be really bad."

~-~

Wren wanted to go directly to Max. This prolonged journey with Andy, more than three hours together with him between driving to and from the prison and talking with Griffith overwhelmed her. She should have never had those drinks with him the other night. Now it was all she could do to not remember that height of pleasure he'd brought her to.

Wren needed another person between them now. Someone who could distract her from the pull she could not stop feeling. An alpha who had to power to banish her from his territory at his tiniest whim? Yes, that might do for some distraction.

But no, Andy drove them directly into the city and back to the office, following her as she stepped into her office, taking a seat in her guest chair.

She tried not to think of the last time they were in her office together.

She failed.

Heat scorched through her and she knew her eyes flared at the memory, but she looked at the screen of her computer, shielding herself and hoping that it appeared she was checking her email. Andy did not appear poised to leave at any moment.

"Aren't you going to talk to Max?" She asked, looking at him when she was confident her eyes no longer held that betraying glow.

Andy watched her closely and she knew just from looking at him that he could tell what she was thinking about. That he knew she wanted to slam him against the desk, climb on top of him, and guide him into her until he was thrusting over and over again. Damn it, her eyes must be glowing again and his lit in response.

But he replied as if the air had not suddenly charged with sexual tension. "I thought we would go together. But you don't just call upon an alpha unexpectedly. And we need to know what we're saying to him. We have no video and our source is a soon to be convicted felon."

She crossed her arms, conveniently shielding her puckered nipples, and leaned back in her chair. "I'm glad you have so much faith in our defense," she said dryly. "I don't see how the source in this case matters, this is not litigation, it's security."

"And what if this was all nothing? You're going to waste Max's time?"

Wren let out a harsh laugh. What was this even about? "Why are you even pretending that taking this to Max is an issue? You seemed fine with it in the car."

Andy stood, looming over her, his tie hanging down less than a two feet from her face. "Yeah, well I had time to think about it."

Wren stared at that bright red tie, transfixed by its subtle sway, a bull caught by the flash of a matador. With a quick yank she pulled his face down, inches from hers. "Then I need you to stop thinking." That was wrong, she shouldn't be the one to say that.

But he leaned forward, despite her control of his tie and kissed her, his lips covering hers. Wren responded, her body aflame. They stumbled, fumbled, pushed and pulled to get closer, overcoming the obstacle through some unclear means. Teleportation may have been involved. Wren only knew that she could not stop touching, could not stop kissing Andy even if it meant that her world would lilt upside down.

She was already wet, her pussy crying out for his touch, for anything. She reached a hand between them, feeling the hard length of his rigid cock in his pants. He groaned against her mouth as she ran her palm over him, flipping her fingers against the button of his pants and carefully sliding down the zipper and easing down his trousers and underwear.

Breaking the kiss, she eased her way down his body, kissing, licking, nipping lower and lower until she sank to her knees in front of him and placed a soft kiss on the head of his glorious cock. Taking part of him in hand, she closed her lips over him, savoring the purely masculine taste, the heat of him.

From the corner of her eye she could see him grip at the edge of the desk, his knuckles white as he strained to keep control. Their tacit challenge spurred Wren on. She increased her speed, bobbing against him, fucking his cock with her face and felt him harden even further. His hips bucked once, but he reined himself back in.

Wren groped around his back, sinking her nails into the fleshy expanse of his ass.

And he was undone.

Andy thrust into her with abandon, his hands in her hair as he took over, fucking her face.

But at that last moment he pulled back, just as she thought he would come. But he dragged her up and pushed her back, leaving her to perch barely balancing on the edge of her desk.

"My turn," he said, eyes flashing.

He bent over her, pausing briefly to quickly kiss her nipples before turning his focus to her splayed legs. She wore her normal skirt and nylons, and he tried first to slide the skirt up, but the tight design made it difficult. Induced to aid him, Wren brought Andy's hand around to the zipper and helped him slide it off, leaving her solely in her stockings and panties from the waist down.

He rolled down the stockings slowly, taking his time to trail his fingers along the inner line of her leg, sending heat surging through her and raising goosebumps from the pressure on her tender flesh. He stroked over her core with only the barricade of her panties before removing those too and leaving her completely exposed to the harsh fluorescent light. She shivered as he watched her, his eyes now in a constant state of yellowed flare.