We reached her office, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, all semblance of control shattered. I pinned Erica against the door, my hands tangling in her hair as I captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She responded with equal fervour, her fingers digging into my shirt as she pulled me closer, desperate for contact. Our tongues tangled together, exploring, tasting, claiming.
"Mine," I growled, claiming Erica's lips in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt. She was mine - now and forever. My mate. My everything.
"Goddess, Liam," she moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against mine. I growled low in my throat, overcome by the heady mix of her scent, taste, and touch. My hands roamed her body, memorising the curves and dips as though they were a map to some undiscovered treasure.
"Erica," I whispered against her lips, my voice rough with need. "I can't wait any longer."
"Neither can I," she replied, her green eyes darkened with lust. And in that moment, we both surrendered to the passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long.
My mind raced with the intensity of the moment as I roughly tugged on the buttons of Erica's green blouse, snapping them off one by one. The material fell open, and her breasts spilled from the lacy confines of her bra, pale mounds tipped with dusky pink that begged for my attention. My mouth closed over one pert nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Erica cried out, her hands fisting in my shirt. I soothed the ache with my tongue before moving to her other breast, intent on branding every inch of her skin. She moaned softly; the sound sending shivers down my spine and fuelling my inner wolf.
"Erica," I growled, and continued leaning in to take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing. My other hand travelled down her body, finding the fastening of her pants suit and slipping inside. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and my fingers brushed against the damp silk of her panties. Her arousal was evident, making me even hungrier for her.
"Liam," she panted, tearing her mouth from mine. Her pupils were blown wide with desire, lips kiss-swollen and parted invitingly. "Please." The needy whimper undid me. I lifted her, carrying her to the desk and laying her back atop the smooth wood surface. Papers and pens clattered to the floor, forgotten.
"Please, Liam," she whispered, her voice thick with need.
"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort it took to hold back.
"More than ready," she breathed, a lustful glint in her eyes. I pushed her pants down, laying kisses along her legs as I revealed more of her soft skin. Her scent grew stronger, driving me wild with desire. Reaching her drenched panties, I slipped them aside and her glistening folds were flushed pink, swollen and ready. Torturing us both, I dragged a single finger through her slick folds before burying my face between her thighs.
"So wet for me, mate. So perfect." I circled her clit with deliberate strokes, watching her come undone for me. She gasped, her fingers curling into my hair and pulling me closer, urging me on.
"Goddess, Liam, yes!" she cried out, her hips bucking against my face. The taste of her arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and addictive. I couldn't get enough of her, every flick of my tongue, every breathy moan only stoking the fire within me.
"Erica," I murmured against her, my voice a low growl of need. "I want to taste you, feel you... every part of you."
"Then do it," she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation. As we continued to explore each other's bodies, our connection deepened. Our shared lust melded with something deeper, something raw and primal that spoke to the very core of who we were as werewolves. And as I looked into Erica's eyes, I knew that there was no turning back – we were bound together, not just by desire, but by fate itself. Her hands fisted in my hair as I pushed two fingers into her tight channel, growling at the feel of her clenching around them. She cried out, shattering around my fingers in climax. I lapped at the flood of arousal coating my hand, savouring her taste. My cock throbbed almost painfully, desperate to be inside her. Her cries echoed through the room, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that I was claiming her as mine.
"Goddess, Liam, please..." she moaned, her green eyes filled with raw need.
As I worked my way up her body, our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as I lined up my cock with her entrance. The connection between us flared, an unbreakable bond forged by lust and fate.
"Claim me," she whispered against my lips, her breath ragged. With a deep groan, I thrust into her, filling her completely, our bodies joining as one. The sensation was electrifying, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I could feel her warmth, her slick arousal coating my throbbing length. Our bodies moved together, driven by the primal urge to mate, to claim each other as ours.
"Erica... fuck, you feel incredible," I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her harder, deeper. My wolf yearned for her, desperate for the union that would bind us together forever. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew she felt the same.
"Take me, Liam," she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Show them all that I'm yours." I set a brutal pace, unable to control the frenzied rutting of my wolf. Our harsh breaths and the slap of skin filled the room, accompanied by broken moans and growls. She met each thrust eagerly, writhing beneath me. I hooked her leg over my arm, changing the angle to drive in deeper. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched, rippling along my length. My mouth found the marking spot on her neck and I sucked the skin between my teeth. I fought the urge to claim her fully, knowing that she wasn’t ready. Erica stiffened beneath me with a wail, drenching my cock in another release. The rhythmic pulsing of her climax triggered my own, hot spurts flooding her channel.
"LIAM!" The sound of my father's voice jolted me out of my erotic reverie. I blinked, disoriented, and realised that I was still seated in the conference room. The meeting had never left, and neither had I. Everyone, including Erica, stared at me with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" My father's grin held a knowing glint, as if he understood the nature of my daydream.
"Uh, no," I stuttered, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "No, that's... that's it."
"Very well," he said, clapping his hands together. "That concludes the meeting." As everyone filed out of the room, my father leaned in close, whispering,
"Try to keep your fantasies to yourself next time, son."
"Right," I murmured, desperately trying to hide my raging boner as my father laughed and exited the room. Erica spared me one last glance, her cheeks flushed and her eyes curious before she too disappeared from view.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, cursing my overactive imagination and the undeniable pull that Erica had on me.
Chapter 25
Erica
"Iamnotwearingpink," I declared, eyeing the dress Verity held up for me. The four of us, Verity, Gen, Frankie, and I, were in our apartment, preparing for my Welcome Ceremony. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation, mingling with the scent of wine that filled our glasses.
