“Show me how good that pretty lips can take a cock.” Carrie closed the book deliberately. With the same snail pace, she took off her glasses and placed it on the book on her nightstand. The clock beside it said it was past midnight. Gods, how long was she reading? She got up from the floor and righted the hem of her shorts.Five chapters in, she slipped down the mattress out of fear of making a mess out of it. And indeed, slick trickled down her thighs. At this point, Carrie was beyond disgust. She took off her mask when she climbed down from her bed. Right, here, in the comforts and privacy of her own home, she could be herself.Closing her eyes, she let her imagination run wild. She followed the words, caressing the exposed skin of her thigh just like how Luis had traced Olivia’s. The straps of her camisole slipped off. Next, her tiny shorts. Then, her underwear. Cotton—a material she reserved for lounging at home. Warmth radiated off of her body. A stark difference from the cold
Outside, the sky was tinged purple. All around him, people had been standing up and fixing their stuff, ready to go. Greg on the other hand, remained diligently in his chair.“You sure you’re not going yet?” Ava pointed behind her at the elevator with her thumb. “What is it you’re doing anyway?” She sneaked a glance at his screen, and Greg scrambled to open a random file.“I’ll have to finish this,” he said, doing his best to put enough grudge on his voice. Ava nodded sympathetically. “I see. But don’t overwork yourself, okay?” She patted his shoulder for support. That’s right, Greg thought. Mourn my grievances. It was late, but Greg couldn’t leave the office yet. He had decided to wait until it emptied to go on with his plan. But as he sat at his desk, pretending to pull an overtime, Greg couldn’t help but feel pathetic. “Thanks, I won’t.”Ava squeezed his shoulders. Greg hoped she wouldn’t sense how tense he was.“By the way, the girls and I are planning to go out tomorrow with
“So, what do you think of the book?”“Uhmm…” Greg could count on his hands the times he was left speechless and this was a new entry. “I’m yet to finish the book, ma’am. I don’t think it’s fair to judge the book without finishing it.”Hell, if he would finish it. He itched to throw it out right now.Chief Carson regarded him for a second. The slight tilt of her head exposed her neck—a column of flawless white skin. It would be so easy to mark that skin. He could practically see her gland pulsating under her skin.“But you’ve read it. I noticed you bookmarked a certain page.” Her slender finger pointed at the book. Greg couldn’t take his eyes off her hand. Bony and slim with a clean, mature manicure. A hand that could do wonders. “How about you pick up where you left off, and we can both decide how the book is?” Greg went still. He clearly recalled when he paused reading the book. The scene played in his head. There was no way he would read it out loud. “Go on, Mr. Noir, so we can bot
“Go,” she challenged. “You’re lucky no one else found that book, Mr. Noir.”His head snapped in her direction. A wrong move because seeing her titillated expression almost swept him off his feet. For an Omega, she really knew how to provoke. That confidence was part of what made her so appealing, but it was something else when that sharp attitude was pointed at you.“Is that a threat?” In reality, it was the Omega who was in danger. Looking at Chief Carson with her blouse slightly ajar, showcasing the grove of her cleavage, her red full lips parted, her eyes swimming with desire, her pulse almost ringing in the quiet room with only their heavy breathing as the sound, Greg was slowly forgetting the teachings his mother engraved in his head.He’s a gentleman, he reminded himself. No, he was a wolf. “You still haven’t told me,” she whispered—she was so close that he could hear even the slightest of sounds. “What do you think of the book, Greg.” Her voice was husky. Almost hoarse.The
Carrie’s fingertips darted over her lips for the fiftieth time since she had left the office thirty minutes ago. In the rearview mirror, she noticed they were a little swollen. She pursed her lips just to feel a tension, a weight. She closed her eyes, and she was in her office again, Greg’s hand caressing her waist, his lips pressed on hers in a rough kiss. Carrie had been kissed before. She had been kissed softly, sweetly, harshly, hardly, but never like that. With so much intensity. Desire and restraint brawling between them. She hadn’t had extensive experience with kissing, having kissed only two other people before. She remembered her first kiss. Archie, that sweet Beta from junior high school, then her first mate, Albertus, the powerful Alpha. Kissing Greg was nothing like any of them. There was the familiar hunger, that insatiable desire, but there was also the sigh of relief that Carrie couldn’t explain. Her head had been a mess since Greg left, but it had never been so clea
“Oh my gods!” Winona slapped the thin wooden folding table in front of them. The box of random items and the flyers wobbled with the impact.“Shhh!” Carrie scolded while gazing warily around them. They were manning the information/lost and found booth at the fair. Luckily, amidst the crowd, no one was paying attention to their little corner. Carrie had given Winona a condensed recap of what had happened last night at her office. She spared the inappropriate details, those she wanted to keep to herself. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the fair was bustling with people. The air carried chatter, laughter, and screams from the carnival rides, as well as the delicious smell coming from food trucks and booths. Children dart between legs, clutching oversized lollipops or cotton candy. Some had stuffed animals won by parents who were just as excited as their kids. Carrie herself had a candied apple sitting behind the flyer stand. It had been Cassie’s, but the girl lost interest when she saw the
“I’m so glad you came!” Ava screamed over the loud thudding music from the speakers. “Yeah!” Greg shouted back.The bar is alive with energy. Laughter and conversation bounced off the walls. He purposely stayed by the bar to avoid the noise and the crowd, yet he felt the bass in his chest, and Ava was almost cheek to cheek with him.Greg was late. When he came, Nico and the others already had a round down. Ava was dancing with her girlfriends but ran to his side the moment she saw him. She hadn’t left since. Neon lights cast a colorful glow over his coworkers who were on the dance floor. Twice, Nico returned to their spot at the bar with a different Omega every time. “Sorry I was late,” he leaned in to say it in her ear because it was the only way they could have a conversation. The Omega took it as an invitation to scoot even closer. “No worries. Where were you by the way?” “I took my nephew to a fair.” And he shut down their boss’ advances. Seeing Chief Carson again after what
“Not enough,” Carrie whimpered.She pressed a toy to her clit and plunged her fingers into her pussy. She had been going at it for over an hour.Carrie had felt a unique uneasiness well before the gala started. Seeing Greg must have stirred something within her. When he suddenly left, the yearning took a turn for the worse. She wanted him. She wanted to have him. Most importantly, she wanted him to have her. She excused herself from the event right after she made her speech and quickly went home. When she took off her clothes, her skin was flushed and burning. The cold shower wasn’t enough. She ended up under the spray of water for minutes, strumming her clit and fondling her breast. She thought of soaking in the tub. Even dumped ice on the water. But after a few minutes, the water started to steam. Her head hit the ceramic as she arched into her pumping her fingers. Her legs hung limply out of the tub, parted wide. Water sloshed over the rim. “Not enough,” Carrie cried out.Carr
Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look
She felt the hand that was on her knee move up over her skirt, trаvеlіng uр her lеft leg with thе fіngеrtірѕ саrеѕѕіng thе іnѕіdе of her thіgh. He had managed to push her pencil skirt inches over her knee.Carrie wasn’t sure whether or not she was lucky that she was wearing a tight skirt. One thing was for certain: this act he was pulling was starting to make her wet. “As I’ve mentioned before, for this simulation, we’re focusing on the engine system, especially around thermal performance, propulsion behavior, and real-time risk assessment,” she enumerated, trying to focus on the discussion rather than what was happening under the table.Biting her lip, she fought a moan when he scratched the length of her left leg, causing a run on her stockings. Carrie realized how wasteful it was to spend time with the Alpha when most of her clothes got ripped and torn for his own pleasure. Although they do end up naked at one point and stay like so for the whole time they were together, so perhap
From his spot on the second floor, Greg could see his boss saunter inside the airbase, her lush curve of her hips swaying in her pencil skirt. Her low-cut blouse presented a good display of her cleavage, making Greg wonder whether this was her usual airport attire. How lucky her previous business trip companions were. As she made her way to the escalator, Carrie spotted him, and a soft smile appeared on her deep red lips. An overwhelming desire took over Greg. He gripped the railing he was leaning on, the hollow metal denting a little. Calm down, he reminded himself. But he felt his pants getting tighter. It kind of scares him how badly he wanted her. He stood to meet her halfway in the terminal. “Greg,” she greeted.“Chief Carson,” he replied with the same level of professionalism he received. “Did you wait long?” Carrie asked, still sounding formal even when her gaze was blazing with desire. “I’m sorry for the delay. I had to attend a meeting with the CEO.”Greg did his best
Greg was buzzing with excitement. Despite all his complaints about Mandy treating him like a child, he felt the same way he did when he joined his very first school field trip to the zoo.He had slept soundly last night after a steamy call with his boss, but he was yet to see her today.Greg, like the eager wolf that he was, looked forward to spending the weekend away with his Omega. Sure, they were together almost every day, but a different setting had a promise of something new, and while he was very much comfortable in their own houses, Greg welcomed the chance to spice things up with open arms.It was a work trip, he reminded himself, and his spirit Alpha. He had seen the itinerary, and they would be attending the Flight Testing Supervision the whole day on Saturday. They would be flying back by Sunday afternoon, giving them a few hours to wander around town.Greg had looked up a few spots to check out during their free time. A restaurant,
Mandy poked his suitcase, already posing to open it.“Step away from my things, girl,” he warned from the kitchen. He rushed to the living room where his half-sister was assaulting his suitcase and rolled it away to the hallway.Mandy protested, but flopped back on the couch once the suitcase was out of reach. “I’m just checking! What if you left something? Did you have enough clothes? How about your toiletries? You have your deodorant, right?”“You make it sound like I smell.”“You don’t,” she assured. “Oh, but after an auto shop session, it’s like you used motor oil as scent suppressants,” Mandy laughed, hitting the couch as she guffawed at her own joke.“Good thing I won’t be doing any manual work.” He walked back to the kitchen and continued plating the pasta she brought for dinner. “Why are you even here?”No answer. O
“How about this one?” Winona held out a pair of lacy underwear. From the floor, she frowned at her friend. “It’s a business trip, Winona.” Although, she had been contemplating whether to bring something fancy. With the trip coming in a couple of days, she had employed Winona to help her pack. Her companion was running errands himself, taking care of the stuff he was supposed to do over the weekend.Normally, Carrie would bring a preset collection of business attire she reserved for trips like this, but this coming trip wouldn’t be like any other trip. “It’s a weekend getaway with your mate,” she replied matter-of-factly.Her mate.That made her warm and queasy. Any thoughts about the Alpha made her warm and queasy. “His not my mate.” Unfortunately. Her friend scorned, looking somewhat peeved. “But he’s knotted you, right?” “Winona!” She scolded with disgust. She balled a shirt and threw it at her friend.“What? It’s not a bad question. In fact, it’s essential information,” Winon
Greg was already packing his things when a notification popped up on his screen. Already half inside his bag, he pulled out his notebook to free his hand. An email from his boss. Subject: Weekend Business Trip – Flight Testing SupervisionHi Greg,I hope you're doing well. I wanted to inform you that you’ll be accompanying me on an upcoming business trip this weekend.We'll be overseeing key testing phases, and your presence will be valuable in handling on-site documentation, coordinating with the technical team, and assisting in preliminary evaluations. It’s a great chance to observe the process up close and contribute directly.Please clear your weekend schedule, and I’ll be sending you the detailed itinerary, travel arrangements, and any prep materials by tomorrow. Be sure to bring all relevant documents, safety gear if applicable, and a notepad—there’ll be a lot to take in.Let me know if you have any questions or need help getting things ready.Best regards,Carisa Carson, Chie
It was an odd hour, Carrie checked on her alarm clock. Outside was still dark, and the only light in her room was a streak from the lamppost outside. She had no idea what time she fell asleep. Carrie felt sore in random spots but completely warm all over. She smiled, remembering the tender attention she had received the night before. The Alpha had explained what happened between him and Ava at the infirmary. The gossip chain got it all wrong, as always, and the fact that he ditched his peers for her was enough to assure Carrie he wasn’t—wouldn’t look at another. Once they sorted out the misunderstanding, he proposed they stop her punishment, but Carrie insisted on continuing. It was her fault that all of this happened. Now, her butt was still red. Moving caused her bruised skin to rub on the sheets, and each touch made her wince. Still, she snuggled closer to the Alpha until she felt his groin on her behind.Immediately, she felt a response. His arm tightened around her waist, his