3- Buried in her

Kael.

The air in my office felt heavier than the stale stench of the cigars I’d been smoking all morning. Ledger after ledger stared back at me with numbers I didn’t want to read, all pointing to the same damn truth that business was sinking like a fucking stone. No clear answer and no straight line back to profit just whispers about that cursed prophecy we all thought was some drunken old wolf’s ramblings.

But now? Now it was clawing its way into reality. Every deal and every shipment amd every contract was falling through like the world had conspired to choke me. And then as if the day wasn’t already crawling under my skin, my Beta walked in with that stiff careful tone that told me bad news was about to spill.

“Your son’s mated” he said and for a moment I didn’t give a damn until he said who.

That bastard child!!! The cursed spawn everyone swore was the crack in this pack’s spine. My jaw tightened so hard I could hear the faint grind of my own teeth.

“So that’s where the fucking rot started” I muttered shoving the ledger aside.

I didn’t even want to think about Jax or his pathetic excuses for choices even though I know Moon Goddess gave it to him. My patience for weakness was already gone and this was just the rotten cherry on top of a day I should’ve stayed in bed for.

I was still halfway through my third drink in my club where I went to wind down when the door opened and they brought her in.

At first glance I didn’t even connect her to anything except the reason I’d called for distraction tonight. I needed the distraction and that’s what she was here for. She stepped in like the room belonged to her, hips swaying slow and red mouth curved in that sly and knowing way that made every thought in my head go straight to filth.

My eyes swept her in one lazy drag taking in the kind of body that was built to ruin men’s discipline with long legs and that deep curve of hip and lips that looked like sin itself.

She opened her mouth to speak and the way her voice poured out so low, honeyed and threaded with that teasing lilt made something coil tight in my chest. I didn’t fucking like it. Hell I didn’t like feeling anything.

“You look like you’ve had a long day” she said, her tone both mocking and soothing at once.

“Shut up” I growled sharper than intended but she just smiled like she’d been waiting for me to snap.

That smile crawled under my skin. I set my glass down, stood and crossed the space between us in two strides. I didn’t touch her face and didn’t kiss her or do any of that sentimental bullshit. I just shoved her back until the edge of my chair caught her thighs, my hand in her hair before she could blink.

“You’re here for one thing.” I said my voice low enough to make her lean in just to hear me. “So get on your knees before I change my mind.”

Her smile didn’t fade, if anything it deepened like she has a motive and I hated that I noticed the heat in her eyes. I have never seen anyone with that sort of sexual heat.

She dropped down slow as if she knew I was watching every move. I didn’t let myself think because thinking led to feeling and feeling was a disease I couldn’t afford. I kept my hand tangled in her hair and my other undoing my belt with a practiced careless speed.

“You talk too much. But maybe you’re better at using that mouth for something else.” I told her as I guided her forward and the first brush of her lips making my jaw clench.

She actually hummed and the vibration went straight to the part of me that had no patience left for slow anything. I didn’t ease her into it. I didn’t care about her pace or care if she could breathe.

This was about stripping the day out of my head with something filthy and raw. And fuck she was too good. Every movement and every flick of her tongue felt like she’d been built to undo me and for the first time in years, I felt that strange unwelcome tightening in my chest like my body was betraying me.

I yanked her hair pulling her back just enough to look down into her eyes.

“This is the only thing you’re good for.” I said my voice harsher than my grip.

Her lips glistened and her breathing uneven but that smirk stayed. And damn it all, I knew in that moment she was going to be trouble. The kind I’d taste again even if I had to hate myself for it.

Does she know I'm her alpha? Not many people like her do especially a stripper. I frequent this club but always hidden in my office and when i want women I go to my harem.

Her lips were already parted in shock when I shoved her down, my hand clamping over the back of her head like I owned it.

“Open wider.” I growled in a low voice like the edge of a blade slicing through silence.

She tried to speak but I forced myself deeper into her mouth until her throat took my cock and the sound she made went straight to my spine. Her nails scraped at my thighs not in protest but because I was already choking her with it holding her there until I felt the hot burn of her breath trying to fight its way out.

“Just like that!” I hissed dragging her head back only to slam her down again harder and faster watching her mascara smudge and her saliva coat me.

I didn’t care that she was gasping and I didn’t care if she hated me for it in fact, the look in her eyes witj that mix of defiance and need made my cock throb like I was twenty again.

She feels like she’s never done it before but she also knows how to do my own like it was meant for her. I yanked her up by her hair her lips wet and swollen and her chest rising fast.

“Turn the fuck around.” I ordered already spinning her so her hands hit the desk in front of me with a dull thud.

I don’t need a fucking bed because it’s going to soften this up. I need raw fuck.

The papers I brought with me scattered I didn’t care because the pack’s business was rotting and for a few minutes and I wanted to forget the stench of failure by drowning myself inside her. I didn’t bother with her clothes just shoved her skirt up and tore at her underwear until it ripped in my fist.

I lined myself up still slick from her mouth and slammed into her in one brutal thrust that made her cry out, her knees buckling against the wood. The sound made my balls tingle like it used to when I was in my teenage years.

“Shut up.” I growled against her ear gripping her hips so tight I’d leave marks and drove into her again faster, harder like I was punishing her body for everything I hated about my life right now.

She was almost too tight and it made me angrier and made me fuck her deeper until my desk rattled and the edge bit into her thighs. She was soaked beyond anything I have ever felt and my brain is freezing for some reason. I need her more!!!

My hand came up to her throat yanking her head back so her spine arched and I could watch her lips part in silent gasps.

“You like this?” I spat slamming into her so hard the wood creaked.

She whimpered something that sounded like a yes and I grinned coldly against her hair. She smells so fucking good that I want to keep her somewhere secret inside my harem. I never felt the need to do this. FUCK

“Good. That’s all you’re ever going to get from me.”

My other hand slid down between her legs my fingers pressing cruelly against her clit not to give her pleasure but to make her body betray her amd to make her shudder even when she hated herself for it.

I kept fucking her like she was nothing more than a vessel with no kisses and no gentle words just the sound of skin hitting skin and her muffled moans against my desk. When I felt her start to tighten around me I held her there my hips grinding in slow punishing circles until she came with a sharp cry.

My hands dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks dragging her back onto me over and over until her little gasps were swallowed by the rough sound of my breathing. I wasn’t thinking about anything anymore (not the failing businesses or the prophecy or my idiot son and his pathetic rejected mate) only the way this woman’s body gripped me like she was made for the sole purpose of milking me dry.

Every time I tried to slow down she moved against me with that damn fluid sway of her hips like she knew exactly what would make me lose my mind.

“Take it like the whore you are!” I growled against her ear my voice so low it came out like gravel.

I slammed into her harder and the sound of skin against skin filling the room was obscene and addictive. Her nails scraped at my thighs with her head thrown back hair sticking to her sweaty neck and I swore I’d never seen anything so sinfully tempting in my entire life.

My grip shifted to her throat just enough to make her eyes glaze over and her lips part. I wanted her wrecked and voiceless amd used.

She whimpered something I didn’t bother catching but I was too far gone. The heat inside her was a vice and every thrust made it harder to keep my control. I’d meant to pull out and to stay in control andto keep this nothing more than a release but when her body clenched down on me, hard and sudden my entire focus shattered.

I have never cum inside any of my harem women before. Ever since I did once and Jax was born!

“Fuck- -” I choked out my hips jerking forward with brutal force. I went so deep once and teice.

And then I stayed there buried as deep as I could get grinding into her hot tight pussy like I could fuse us together. The pressure snapped inside me so hot and uncontrollable spilling into her in thick pulses I couldn’t stop. My chest heaved against her back, a low snarl rumbling in my throat as every drop emptied inside her.

When the haze started to clear I stayed where I was for a moment witj my hands still on her hips and the sound of both our breathing heavy in the air. I told myself it didn’t matter that I’d just been too far gone to think but the thought of what I’d just done settled in my gut like a dangerous thrill.

I finally pulled out watching the mess drip down her thighs and something in me tightened at the sight before I forced my mind back to the walls I’d built years ago. I wanted to push my cum back inside her.

“Get cleaned up.” I said flatly already turning away. But even as I walked off, I knew I could still feel her heat on me and that was going to be a problem.