WOLF GAMES

The golden reflections at the bottom of my glass captivated the eye. Perhaps it was the most pleasant of all that I have seen tonight. The man sitting opposite meticulously deduced amendments to the next draft version of one of the many contracts, and I looked anywhere, if only not at him.

- Yaroslava, why don't you drink? he asked, not looking up from the main lesson.

Tall, broad-shouldered, like most male werewolves, Vadim slumped in a high chair. Against the backdrop of a cream-colored shirt, a blue tie looked ridiculous. I stared at him instead of answering.

— Yaroslav? Discontent crept into his tone.

Yes, beta, of course, is not alpha, but it feels like the desire to control others is just as developed in him as in my Rinat.

“I don’t want to,” she answered, as indifferently as possible.

She shouldn't have challenged someone like him, so she spoke neutrally. I did not want Rinat to have problems with his close friend and assistant because of me. Although the desire to send a man far and for a long time with every second became more and more aggravated.

It tugged at me to dig into paperwork at night looking ...

“Drink, Yaroslava,” Vadim repeated forcefully.

And why is it so obligatory for him today that I drink?

Did he really think that I would be better?

One drink won't make me drunk...

“No,” she answered in the same tone.

She placed the portion of wine he had offered ten minutes ago on a glass table nearby and rose from the sofa.

“I have to go,” she tried to bow politely. — Rinat will return from a business trip in the morning, and I need to do something before he returns.

The werewolf exhaled noisily and straightened his shoulders with a crunch, and then rose after me. His lips curved into a kind smile. He stepped forward, picking up the glass I had left.

- Yaroslava, well, drink a glass of health with the old wolf, and then I'll take you home myself. Don't be a bore, please me a little.

The mention that I could leave in peace soon sounded tempting. Is it possible to disagree? Otherwise, you will have to hang around here for a long time, listening to another tediousness in persuading him to stay and brighten up his loneliness, or even work for a couple more hours, which I absolutely did not want.

“If only for health,” she smiled tightly, taking a portion of wine.

The man grinned contentedly and saluted back. I had no choice but to sit back and fulfill the request of the "old wolf", which, by the way, is not very old. Vadim's age is no more than forty, and taking into account the excellent regeneration of werewolves, in general, one can give in appearance much less than thirty.

The first sip of wine burned his throat. No, the contents of the glass were still cold, but this pleasant coolness was instantly replaced by a burning sensation. The heat quickly spread through the body. The head became heavy. The blood was dispersed through the veins to unimaginable limits. Consciousness also rebelled. The world slowly swam before my eyes. And only the realization that I had just been shamelessly poisoned helped to stay in reality.

- What the hell?! she screamed involuntarily.

She jumped up, knowing full well that now it’s worth doing anything, but just not staying still. Otherwise, it won't end well.

Besides…

A glass of “rubbish” launched towards the culprit of the incident hit right on target. The wine spilled out of the vessel and spread over the man's light-colored shirt in a hefty stain. The glass shattered against the parquet floor with a thud, echoing in my mind. Vadim's eyes instantly flashed with anger.

“If you really wanted me to undress, you could just ask,” the beta growled.

Is he serious now?

The werewolf stepped forward slowly and smoothly. The anger in his eyes changed into something else. Something that I had never noticed before in relation to myself. Animal lust.

The unexpected discovery took my breath away.

- Just touch, Rinat will unscrew your head! She said stepping back.

My throat was still burning, and the heat was systematically spreading throughout my body, gradually turning into a whole hell, mercilessly demanding something from me. She froze, listening to her own feelings.

The approximate purpose of the "rubbish" added to the wine, I quickly realized. As proof of my suspicions, Vadim managed to come quite close. An unhealthy gleam in his gray eyes blazed with anticipation. The werewolf bared his teeth again in a semblance of a smile, and then with one sharp movement grabbed the waist, pulling on himself.

The most disgusting thing in all this is that I caught a response inside myself, demanding to continue the close contact of our bodies further.

"I'd rather die than let you get under my skirt," she warned, despite her true feelings.

“A couple of minutes, and you will beg about the opposite, Yaroslav,” Vadim whispered hoarsely into my ear and moved his paws from my waist down, tightly squeezing my buttocks.

Judging by the fact that my brain has begun to turn into mush, it will not even need the designated time. Just a little, and he really wins. A little more, and I'll just faint, and then ... and I don't want to think what he will do to me. So his drool on my neck in a "passionate" kiss, which I simply did not have the strength to resist, meant the same thing.

She moaned softly in annoyance. The man took the sound in his own way and stepped up his efforts. In my mind, as if in a red inscription, it lit up: “We need to move! Preferably away from here!"

“Unless Rinat finds out,” she muttered incoherently, arching herself towards her.

The incoherence worked out very well. Here, it is not necessary to make efforts, because your own language was woven without any effort. Yes, and the movement of the body turned out to be quite natural, because if mentally I remembered the resistance, then the body betrayed me a long time ago.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered in a whisper.

The interlocutor's blond eyebrows rose in surprise. I gave the man a promising smile as I unfastened the top rivet on a silk blouse.

I always knew that the beta of our clan is a blockhead who craves power, although he does not have enough brains to fulfill his desires. As I suggested, Vadim removed his hands from me and began to pull off his clothes.

“I need to go to the restroom for a minute,” she justified herself embarrassedly.

The werewolf froze warily, but I tried to keep the smile on my lips further, and then, gently swaying my hips, as far as possible in this situation, I retired towards the toilet room.

The door in the right room is not closed, so as not to make noise once again. The flow of cold water from the tap cooled my face and hands, and also muffled my steps further down the hall towards the kitchen.