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  The image of Bellamy pressed against the wall, looking up at me with her big green eyes, pops up. Staring at the wall, I imagine myself back in her room, looming over her small, human frame. I take my cock out and begin to stroke it. The heavy, veined shaft pulses and lengthens in my palm.

  If she were in front of me, I’d eat at her cherry lips. I’d tongue her mouth until our flavors became indistinguishable. My breath grows ragged. The need to be inside her fills me up. I stroke myself harder and faster, twisting and pulling as I fantasize about burying myself in her cunt. Her hot, wet warmth slides around me, squeezing me tighter and tighter until I can do nothing but spill myself into her willing sheath.

  I look down at my hand and the seed coating my fingers. The seed that should be inside of her, arrowing toward her womb and creating a new life for us to share. My cock stiffens again. Fuck me.

  A beep sounds, and then Donal’s voice is heard over the com system.

  “Boss, we’re here at Station 1. If you’re busy we can reschedule.”

  Is that humor in his voice? That asshole. He’s had his mate for ten years and is endlessly amused anytime one of the pack goes through the mating process, only this time it’s his Alpha, and this mating game is a false one, laid down by Cairns.

  “I’ll be out in five minutes,” I growl. I wash myself quickly, but my cock is still needy. Maybe I’ll just fuck her once before I let her go. I’m just afraid once won’t be nearly enough.

  Chapter Six

  Her

  “—wipe, you’re not the boss of me yet! ARGH.”

  I stare at the door in disbelief. I want to scream in frustration, and not the sexual kind. Forget what I thought before, if he’s going to be this high-handed all the time, this job will last about as long as my last one did. And what was that trick he did with his hand on the wall? Wow, the drywall must be really fresh for it to crumble like that. And what about all that crap about the “consequences will be dire” if I left the room? Shit, am I some kind of prisoner after all?

  Forcing myself not to panic, I look around the room, trying to figure out possible escape paths, and I do a double take. I shake my head and blink twice and look around again. Nope, not my eyes. The room is as impressive on second viewing as the first.

  I’m in a living room that’s bigger than my entire apartment, and it’s stunning. There’s a plush, overstuffed cream leather sectional that is crying for me to relax on, opposite a huge flatscreen TV hung on the cream-colored wall. A media center containing multiple gaming consoles and an impressive sound system is placed beneath the TV. A delicate silken rug that looks awfully expensive in an antique way covers the dark hardwood floors, and there’s even an alcove filled with a glass and chrome dining set that probably cost more than my month’s rent. Floor-to-ceiling windows grace the walls next to the TV, letting in plenty of natural light, and I snap out of goggling long enough to note the potential exits. I try to open the windows, and they’re latched firmly, impossible to budge.

  A door on my left leads to a massive platform bed covered in a fluffy cream duvet and lots of pillows. Holy hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big bed. My mind flashes to Garrett and his huge, powerful frame, and I gulp. Yep, even he would fit on this bed, with room for one more…

  Mentally slapping myself, I note the thick, cream carpet under the bed. It would provide a nice cushion if I rolled off or someone happened to be kneeling beside it, positioned between muscular legs and brawny thighs, long-fingered hands holding my head in place as I vigorously suck a thick, veiny cock…

  What the hell? Obviously, I need more than a mental slap. I hurry to the bathroom door, intending to splash water on my overheated face and switch on the light. And all thoughts of hot, raunchy sex with Mr. Grumpy fly out of my head at the sight that greets me.

  It isn’t a bathroom—it’s an entire spa. “Omigod!” I squeal in delight as I race around, opening the glass door to the large marble shower with two! overhead shower heads and a bench long enough to lie down on (I know, because I do it). I run a hand along the huge, old-fashioned clawfoot tub and the double sinks set within a marbletop vanity and wash my hands with the fancy soaps. There’s even a separate water closet that contains the toilet and a bidet. I didn’t even know people still used bidets!

  Okay, maybe this job won’t be so bad after all. Still, I don’t want to be held captive, so I need to make sure I can get in and out of the apartment without any issues.

  I go back to the living room and pick up the key card, but it doesn’t open the door. I frown and wiggle my hand around the door frame. Nothing happens. I look for buttons to press and I can’t find any. Maybe it needs to be touched? I place my palm against the panel and still, nothing happens.

  I’m about to pound the door and scream my head off when I hear a latch unlock and the door slides open.

  “Hi!” A cute blonde girl waves at me.

  “Crap! You scared me.” I slap a hand over my heart and step back from the door.

  “Sorry!” She bounces past me. “I’m Sherry. I heard you’re the Alpha’s new mate! Ellen sent me down with some stuff for you.”

  “Alpha? New mate?”

  She puts a hand across her mouth. “Oh, crud. Is it a secret? Are you and Alpha planning a big announcement? I’m so sorry.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  She runs two fingers across her mouth. “Mouth zipped. Don’t worry about me. I’m not going to reveal your deets.” She winks. “Anyway, could you stick your finger here.” She holds out a pad. Hesitantly, I peer at it. It’s like a mini phone screen on top of a larger box. I place my finger down. “Keep pressing until it gives you the okay,” she instructs.

  I lift and press like I’m making a print for my phone.

  I hear a beep and then a whirring. Out comes a keycard much like the one that Garrett gave me for the apartment.

  “This key card will give you access to all the communal and public areas and the Alpha’s office. I’ll also imprint the key card to your apartment now.” I manage not to weep in relief as I hand over the card and we repeat the process. Why couldn’t he have just told me that the card needed to be imprinted first? Jerk. “Ellen also said I should give you this.” She hands me a sheet of paper. “I guess your new title is admin to the executive VP?” She taps her neon green-painted finger on the end of the sheet. “That’s Ellen, by the way.”

  “Oh, she’s not a secretary?”

  “Ellen?”

  “Nah. She runs this place.”

  Great. I insulted my boss earlier, as well as my boss’s boss.

  “Any questions?” She clasps her hands together, looking at me like a bright, eager puppy. An image of her with floppy ears, panting happily, dances before my eyes for a second.

  “I have a lot of questions, honestly. Why don’t you have a seat. I’d offer you something to drink, but I just got here.”

  “Oh, there’s always stuff in the fridge. I’m in charge of stocking them.” She hops over to a large cabinet and pulls open the drawer. A light pops on. She beckons to me. “What’s your poison?”

  As I draw close I see that the drawer is actually a tiny refrigerator. Shit, I’ve seen these in magazines and on television shows but never in person. “Diet Red Bull?”

  “Caffeine junkie?” she asks, pulling out a blue and silver can. “Me, too. I’d like to connect an IV to the coffeemaker.”

  She pops the top for me before handing it over and then reaches in to grab a drink for herself. Leaning against the cabinet, she asks, “So what are your questions?”

  Where do I start? Why am I here? Why is it so hard to open the doors upstairs? Why are the windows bulletproof? Why can’t I leave? Why am I getting paid so much money? Why do I keep thinking about Garrett? “What’s BMI do?”

  “We produce and install security systems.”

  Security systems? That does explain some things like the invisible biometric hand scan pads and the immovable doors. It’s hard to get
in and out of a room if you can’t even move the doorknob. It must be electronically wired to only open for certain people. That’s some advanced technology. I take a swallow of my drink before I ask the next question. “What’s an Alpha?”

  “Alpha?” Sherry’s brows crash together. “You don’t know what an Alpha is?”

  “No. I have no idea. Or even what you meant by mate? I’m the…Alpha’s mate?” I try to recall Sherry’s exact words.

  Across from me, Sherry’s pretty face pales. She takes a deep breath and then straightens. “You smell so good. Like a wild spring meadow, but you’re human, aren’t you?”

  I don’t have time to respond to that bizarre accusation because she runs over to the table where she dropped the card reader, grabs it up and jets out of the room before I can ask her another question. I run after her.

  “Wait. Wait a minute,” I shout, but by the time I get to the hallway, Sherry’s disappeared. Even worse, the door behind me begins to close. I stick my foot out to keep it from closing, but I’m too slow and it shuts anyway. “Dammit. My keycard is inside.”

  After a few minutes of beating the door in frustration and waving my hand around all sides, I give up. There’s no getting back inside. Without much hope, I locate the door to the stairwell I first came down. Of course, it doesn’t budge.

  I start walking down the hall, hoping I can find something other than doors that won’t open for me, but it’s strangely quiet. I guess if this is all employee housing then it makes sense no one would be around. Everyone’s working.

  I stalk down until I come to an intersection. Sounds from the left catch my attention. A short jaunt down this new hallway leads me to a huge solarium-type room lined with floor-to-ceiling glass panels. Just beyond the panels, there’s a group of bodies standing around in a semi-circle.

  A door is cracked open, and the shouts of the people outside filter through. I hurry over in case it whisks closed and dart outside.

  No one notices me. They’re too intent on the action in front of them—whatever it is. A small sign post says “Station 1.” I could run around to the front and attempt to leave, but I find myself creeping forward, trying to find a split in the crowd so I can see what’s grabbing their attention.

  As I inch forward, the crowd begins to part until a whole space is opened leading directly to two men grappling in the dirt. Grappling isn’t the right word. The two men are pounding each other. It’s like an UFC fight on steroids. One heavily muscled man drives an elbow into the six-pack abs of the other, who barely flinches at the blow that would likely result in my stomach being driven up into my throat. The man on the bottom retaliates by somehow kicking his legs and jumping into a standing position. The two circle each other, eyeing each other’s throats.

  It’s then I realize who one of the fighters is. It’s Garrett!

  Holy shit on a cracker, the man is fine. His physique would put Chris Hemsworth’s Thor to shame. His biceps are huge. His chest is massive. His stomach is so perfectly taut and muscled it could have been chiseled out of granite.

  My eyes follow a dark line of hair from his belly button as it disappears into his shorts. Hello, happy trail. Nice to see you again.

  I gulp as my gaze wanders even lower. He’s wearing some kind of tight dark underwear that does nothing to hide the huge package that he’s sporting. The dick on this man could split me apart, but what a way to go.

  I’m so intent on the action that I don’t notice the murmuring and pointing beside me.

  “Hello, there. Aren’t you an interesting morsel?” A shaggy-haired man next to me says. He leans down and takes a big sniff of my hair.

  I jerk away. These folks are really into smelling people. Another guy bumps me on the left. “Wow, you smell amazing. Who are you?”

  He lifts a hank of my hair. I hear a roar and then see a body flying.

  “Don’t fucking lay a finger on my mate’s hair!” I hear someone bellow.

  A hand on my wrist jerks me out of the pack and drags me toward the door of the solarium.

  “Wait! Wait!” I shout, trying to wrench out of Garrett’s grasp. “You’re going too fast!”

  He stops abruptly and spins around, catching me in his arms before I ram my nose into his back. Before I can issue another protest, he swings me up and over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry.

  With one broad arm clamped around my legs, he strides forward, muttering to himself. “I tried leaving her alone. I tried to do the right thing, but now it’s too late.”

  Too late for what?

  “Hey, let me down, you jerk!” I wiggle and push, but it’s like pressing against a statue. A hot, incredibly sexy statue with the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen on a man. I’m starting to feel lightheaded from all the blood rushing to my head, or it could be from staring at those cheeks flex under thin, clingy fabric just inches away from my face.

  My nipples tingle in response and harden against his back. His shoulder bone bumps against my core with each step. The gentle friction is torture. I want to moan at the sensations. A pulsing ache has started deep inside, and my pussy feels slick and hollow. This is my body’s way of punishing me for going without sex way too long. I’m turned on by incidental contact.

  Thank goodness he can’t tell I’m aroused. That’s one benefit of being a girl.

  He stiffens, and his stride falters. Beneath me, I can feel his chest hollow and then fill as he inhales. “Christ. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  I raise a fist to my hand to hide my moan. Somehow he knows I’m excited. He can smell me. From the way he tightens his grip on my legs, it’s not a bad thing either.

  He stops abruptly, and I think he will let me down but instead rubs his face against my hip, growling softly. A bolt of lust shoots through me, and I lean against his face. I gasp in shock when I feel a gentle but definite bite on the fleshy side of my ass.

  I’ve never been into biting before, but that one act has made me nearly frantic with lust. I am incredibly turned on, more than I’ve ever been in my life, and if he doesn’t fuck me in the next ten seconds I will die.

  What is happening to me? Somehow he must have picked up on my need because he groans, “I have to have you, right now.”

  He sets me down abruptly, but before I can protest, his mouth covers mine. It’s not a kiss, it’s a claiming. I’ve never been touched like this before. His hands grip my face, angling it perfectly for his invasion. His tongue sweeps inside, licking every crevice. He tastes like the forest. I grab his wrists, not to pull him away but to hang on so that I don’t lose everything in this embrace. But I’m too late. Already my entire being is focused on chasing a release of the tension he’s building. The world spins once again.

  Spurred by my wholehearted response, he swings me into his arms without breaking contact. He sprints down the hall, and it seems to take forever before he stops at a door and he fumbles it open. A few quick strides and suddenly I’m flying through the air before I land and bounce atop a huge bed. I barely register the chocolate-brown cover on the bed before Garrett literally pounces, kneeling and straddling my body as he stares down at me with glittering, golden eyes.

  His skin is pulled tight across his cheekbones, and his chest is heaving. I can barely tear my eyes away from the huge bulge distorting the front of his shorts. My mouth goes dry as I stare. Holy shit, if I thought his package was big before, it’s practically obscene now. And that’s with his shorts constricting him!

  A light sheen is on his chest, highlighting those incredible muscles, and my hands itch to caress him. I raise my hand to touch him, but he suddenly moves, growling, and rips my shirt down the front. Buttons fly everywhere, and I cry out, startled.

  Before I can even protest the destruction of my shirt, his hands are on my breasts, caressing and squeezing, lifting them out of the satiny cups. I immediately arch into his hands, moaning in pleasure as he rubs my nipples between his callused fingers. “Mine,” he mutters and then leans down and captures
a nipple with his mouth, sucking strongly. I feel like I could come from just his mouth on my breast, it feels so good.

  When he lifts his head I try to tug him back, but he resists, moving off the bed. What the heck? Did he change his mind again?

  He grabs my legs and pulls. Suddenly I’m sliding to the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off the side. He drops to his knees between my legs, and I know what’s coming. I’m barely coherent enough to wonder if his rug is as cushiony as mine before he pushes my skirt up and rips away my panties, tossing them to the side.

  His impossibly broad shoulders force my legs wide, and I can feel my pussy folds parting for him. His face leans close until he’s nuzzling my pussy with his lips and nose. He inhales deeply. “Incredible,” he murmurs, and I whimper at the sensation of his breath on me. “Your scent is even more enticing here. But I bet you taste even better than you smell.”

  I want to ask what’s with his obsession with smell but am completely distracted when I feel his fingers gently part my folds, exposing my swollen inner flesh. His mouth comes down, and his tongue plunges deep inside. My body arches off the bed, and I scream, the pleasure nearly unbearable. He growls “mine” against my pussy, and his tongue burrows deep before he starts lapping, licking my sensitive inner walls. His tongue is slightly raspy, and the friction is nearly too much as I squirm in a frenzy of pleasure.

  He clamps his hands on my hips to hold me still as he laps my clit with his rough tongue, and then he sucks it into his mouth. My body tightens and then explodes as this additional torment sends me over the edge. I come hard against his mouth, screaming my pleasure as waves of sensation crash through me.

  He continues to lick and suck, extending the pleasure until I feel it starting to build in intensity again and I’m nearing another climax. But before I can come again, he stops and flips me over onto my hands and knees. He gently pushes my upper back until my ass is up in the air and I’m down on my elbows. I look over my shoulder and gasp.