I pushed off the desk as she stalked toward me.
When only inches away, she glanced down at the bulge in my jeans. “Why do you insist on underestimating me?” she hissed.
Damn it, I was worse than a fucking teenager. I took a moment to breathe, but the sweet scent of lavender hardened my erection. “No matter how much you love to put yourself in danger, you’re still human, Sullivan.”
The noose of the mating bond tightened around my wolf’s neck.
She’s yours, it warned.Claim her.
“You don’t deserve me, Marcus,” Joanna whispered. “You don’t deserve…” She grabbed my fist, spreading my fingers open. “This.” She brought my thumb into her mouth, sucking and teasing it with her tongue, heat spreading throughout my body.
I moaned, reaching for her head with my other hand, but she grabbed it and shoved me down into the chair.
I sat back, stunned.
Her aura shimmered around her head like a halo before cascading down all around her. “I love a good challenge, Marcus,” she began, as she removed her holsters and placed them on the desk. “You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded in submission as she turned her cap backwards.
She crawled onto my lap, straddling me and pinning my arms at my sides. “Don’t touch me until I give you permission,Alpha.”
She lowered herself, settling her weight on my thighs.
I groaned. My eyes closed as if in a drunken stupor when she took my face in her hands and slammed her lips into mine. She kissed me without a shred of tenderness, until our tongues battled and our breaths quickened. She rocked herself against my erection, where it now strained against my jeans.
I squeezed the armrests, fighting the urge to grab her hips. I pushed my head further into hers, craving closeness—needingto hold her.
But I slipped, and one of my hands barely made it off the chair, when Joanna’s lips untangled from mine.
She leaned in and nipped at my ear with her teeth.
“Fuck,” I growled.
Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, “You must want me to stop.”
I whipped my head from side to side in protest, watching hungrily as she removed her shirt.
“What was that?” Her hands dropped to my belt, working it open without breaking our gaze.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Joanna freed my erection from its denim confinement, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “Let me see those hands behind your head.”
I hesitated, but prepared to comply, when her hands shot up to halt me.
“Wait.”
The absence of her warm hand on my length made me hiss. She helped me out of my shirt and smiled when she tossed it behind her.
“That’s better,” she whispered, watching me lace my fingers behind my head. She dragged her hand down my chest, tracing my muscles. Her gaze rose from my bare skin to meet mine. “Did you enjoy letting another woman suck your dick, Alpha?”
Shit. “No, I—”
She grabbed my cock, forcing a grunt of pleasure to escape my throat. “Don’t lie to me, Marcus.”
I allowed my eyes to scan up and down her gorgeous skin. “Yes,” I admitted.
Instead of stopping like I feared she would, Joanna placed her thumb in the bead of precum that welled out of my slit and began swirling it around the tip. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
