JACKSON POV:My Wolf whines a little as I walk away from my little superhero, but he behaves. He wanted me to close the door and mark her with my scent so the likes of Stu will stay away, but he's satisfied that we got to see her at all.I shouldn't risk getting near her, but I can't help it. At least I proved to myself I can be in the same room without jumping her. I love that she's not afraid to tease me. You're Clark Kent. If she only knew. I skip the Elevator, take the stairs two at a time. My secretary gives me a bewildered look as I pass. I realize the strange feeling on my face is a smile. "Mr. King?" I turn, and my secretary's perfume hits. The downside of having a sharp nose."Yes, Vanessa?" "You have a call from Garrett. No last name. I wouldn't bother you, but you said to put him through--""I'll take it." Ever since Kylie sparred with her, my secretary's been subdued. I still get rock hard when I think of the encounter. If Kylie was a shif
"Besides, with birth rates among so low, it's good for the pack if the most dominant of us settle down have pups as soon as possible." He sounds like his father. "Why put it off?" I scoff. "Says the chronic bachelor. What, did your mother call asking for grands pups, and you decided to pass the advice onto me?"Any other Alpha might bristle and take offense at my job but not Garrett. "You caught me." I hear his grin, and it goes a good way to mollifying my wolf, who's annoyed at having this conversation in the first place. "I figure if she has your wedding to coo over in the shifters society gossip pages, she'll leave me alone.""I'm onto you now. I'll think about it next moon. Sam should definitely get a girlfriend.""All right." Garrett laughed. "We'll look for you. See you around King.""One more thing Garrett." I drop all joviality. With my wolf's newfound attraction to a human, I'm suddenly not so certain about my own stability. "If I do ever go moon mad, promise me you'll protec
BUT I can't do it and stay. If I give in to these guys, I'll be their bitch forever. Next they'll ask me to hack into the credit card vault. Then somewhere else. I can't do that I have to disappear. Like I've done a million times before. I stomp to the bedroom, grab a suitcase from the closet, and fling it onto the bed. Without thought, my hands move packing the necessities. Black clothes, one pair of each thing. A simple bag of toiletries. Running again. It doesn't matter how hard I try to outrun Catgirl and my parent's legacy, the past always catches up with me.But what about Mémé? We've moved so many times, I don't want to drag her on the road again. This time, our lives aren't in danger. It's not fair to make her pick up and move. Can I leave her?She's the only family I have. Ditching her to keep her safe feels like what my father did to me, when he tried to stick me in boarding school after my mom died. I wouldn't let him, and I'll bet Mémé won't like being left behind either.
"I had to talk to you," she croaked.Anyone else, I'd grill right there, while they lie on their back in the dirt at my feet. But not Kylie. That new, strange pricky heat takes over and screams at me to protect her from Sam, from the rain, from the rock from myself.I pluck her from the ground and set her feet, forgetting to pretend she's heavy. Her eyes roll, unfocused as if the movement pains her head. "Ugh. Wow."I reach around and cup the back of her head, finger questing until I find the growing goose egg. She flinches when I touch it."You're hurt." I turn and glare at Sam, who ducks his head. She eyes my housemate too, "Good thing you were around, or I think Cujo would've eaten me. Is that even a dog?""He's part wolf.""Part wolf, part what? Gargoyle?"I suppress a smile. I love that she pulls out the worry despite her injury. But then, it's her fault defense mechanism, as I learned in the Elevator. I study her. I ough to call the cops, or somehow scare her into respecting m
She licks her dry lips. "Mr. king, before I share this with you, I just want to tell you when I did, I was a cocky teenager trying to prove my worth to myself and the hacker world. I never took anyone's credit card numbers, and I neversold any Information. It was simply a-"The realization hits me like a fist in the gut."Catgirl." Of course she's fucking Catgirl. The only person who ever hacked my code.No wonder she was nervous about interviewing at SeCure. What in the hell kind of game was she playing, showing up at my headquarters, at my home, for fuck's sake? The one breach in security, that haunted mefor the past eight years just blew up in my face.Again. I snatch the manila folder from her hands and dump the contents onto the bathroom counter."I'm sorry." Her voice sounds small. Dammit.I hate hearing her diminished, even to me a natural Alpha who demands submissions fromeveryone. Even when I'm pissed off with her."What the fuck is this?"I flip the stack of
My eyes meet hers in the mirror. Her face is flushed, eyes dilated and glassy. I reach around and cup her sight breast, squeezing and pulling her back up against my chest."Bad girl," I whisper in her ear, and she lets out the cutest little moan. I have to fuck her. As in, I'm going to die if I don't get my cock inside her now. I need to own her completely. Punish her with the roughness fucking of her life until she screams my name and learns I'm the only male who will ever crack her fucking code. Then I'll start over again, slowly. Lick the pain away make her come over and over again until she weeps. But I dont trust my control around her, so I settle for flipping her back around, picking her up by waist, and plunking her down to sit on the counter. "Did you like your spanking baby?""Y-yes."I love her honesty I shove her knees apart and bringing my thumb to the seam of her jeans, right over her pussy.She arches into me and catches my shoulders, her head falling back."Jackson...
But no- Kylie is human. And my employee. Because I am keeping her on, where I can watch her.Keep your enemies closer.I've already gone way to far with her. Any further, and I'd mark her, and then I'd have a word of new trouble on my hands. Forcing restraint I pull a clean towel from the cabinet and toss it to her. "Get out in the shower and warm up. I'll find you some dry clothes."I turn her around and proper her toward the shower stall, delivering another smack to her heart shaped ass. She makes a low purring sound in her throat and looks over her shoulder with heat. I bite back a groan it takes all my willpower to turn around and walk out, shutting the door behind me. GINRUMMY:His cell phone beeps. it's eight p.m. and he's still at SeCure, but that isn't unusual. It isn't unusual for half the employees there. They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their work at night.It's MR. X calling.Yea
I tug down the hem of Jackson's sweatshirt. "I'm, uh, Kylie." I offer hoping to get an introduction back."Sam" Somehow I get the feeling he doesn't like me.Fuck. Is Jackson gay? "Are you and Jackson..?"His cold demeanor cracks with a flicker of a smile. "He's my brother." I gape. Clearly not a blood brother. They look nothing alike. "Looks like you were, um, out in the rain, too."The young man doesn't answer."I see you've met Sam." Jackson's deep voice sends tremors through my body, like after quakes from my climax. Climaxes. Plural. Because he was certainly responsible for both.I look from Jackson's huge mountain man frame and dark hair to the lean muscled fair man, and I'm not convinced they're not lovers. Especially because Sam shoots Jackson a. What the fuck? look.Why does that make me desperate to stake my claim on Jackson? But it's not my right. I am in big trouble with my employer and my blackmailers, and we need to make a game plan."Do you want to see what's on the thu