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Her scent hit me the moment she walked through the door.
I fumbled the lock behind her—half of me focused on securing it, the other half already reaching for her. I hoisted her up until her legs locked around my waist and her arms found my neck.
For a moment we just held on. Faces buried. Breathing each other in. Our wolves settling—that quiet reassurance that passed between the bond when the distance had gone on too long.
It had only been a few hours.
It had been horrendous.
I carried her to my chair, one hand braced under her, and lowered us carefully until she was in my lap. Chest to chest. Her growl rose to meet mine as our wolves greeted each other through the bond—low and warm, nothing threatening in it. Just recognition.
When I leaned back she growled louder, tightening her grip.
As if I was going anywhere.
As if I could.
That's when she shifted her hips on my lap, rubbing herself along the hardening length between us. I pushed my hands beneath the hem of her skirt and slowly felt her bare flesh beneath the fabric. Her chest heaved a little harder. The desperate movements of her hips were accompanied by the scent of her arousal. Not as rich a scent from her heat, but enough to incite a riot within Alphas.
I guided her motions, tightly gripping her cheeks until she moaned.
A single low and broken sound.
“Do you want me to bend you over my desk?” I murmured.
“Why are you even asking?” she groaned, taking my face in her hands and lowering hers to mine.
The relief hit the moment our lips met—shared, immediate, running through the bond in both directions. I couldn’t tell where mine ended and Kael’s began but I felt it the same moment she did. I saw the curve of her lips just before they landed on mine.
Everything about her flipped a switch. Her playfulness. Her scent. The knowledge—still new enough to feel remarkable—that she’d decided we were worthy of her.
Her hands tightened on my face as the bond rekindled between us. A few hours apart had taught us something we hadn’t expected to learn so quickly. I couldn’t be too far from her—not yet. Not while everything was this fresh, this enormous, still finding its shape.
We kissed the way people kissed when they’d been apart too long—desperate, licking, nipping, snatching air where we could. I was the one groaning when her arousal reached me.
No time to strip her blouse. No time for any of it. I needed to be inside her.
I held her hips and tilted upward. That was all it took—she rocked against me, ground down, and gasped.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Face down. On my desk,” I commanded, sliding her off my lap.
Her eyes flashed defiance. Then they dropped to my trousers.
Without a word she turned, swept everything off the desk with both hands and lay across it.
Items hit the floor. Neither of us looked to see what they were.
I shoved the chair back and unbuckled my belt in one motion. Her hands found the hem of her skirt and began to raise the black fabric—and then the forest green thong came into view.
Oh, she was so fucking bad.
I loved her all the more for it.
Ours, Kael said, just as gone as I was.
