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?”