Shifters Temptation

Holy irony, Batman! As a teen, I hacked into a company and waved a virtual victory flag in the founder and CEO's face.Nine years later, I'm interviewing for a job there. And not just any job - one in infosec. Information systems security that is. If I get the job, I'll be defending the company against hackers. Like Catgirl - my old DefCon identity.So here I sit, in the opulent lobby of SeCure's International Headquarters, wondering if they'll somehow recognize me and send me out in handcuffs.A group of employees syroll past me, laughing and talking. They look relaxed and happy, like they're headed into a resort, not their nine-to-five grind. Damn, I want this job.I changed my outfit appropriately ninety-seven times this morning, and I usually don't care what to wear. But this is the interview of a lifetime, and I've obsessed over getting every detail right. In the end, I chose a sleek black suit, the kind with a fitted jacket and short tight skirt.I opted for no hose, going bare-legg

But that is insane. I can't mark a human she wouldn't survive it. This human beautiful, though she may be, can't be my mate. I look her over at a distinct advantage because I can see in the dark, and she can't. She's stunning in every way long, shapely legs, an ass that fills her short skirt, and Batgirl tits. That is, she has a hot pink bat on the front of her skirt, right over a pair or perky tits. And something about that bat just throws me over the edge . Spunky little superhero, begging to be bested. Guess that makes me the villain. "What's your name?" she asks I hesitate. "JT" "I'm Kylie. I'm here for an interview, so I was nerved up to begin with." I don't do friendly. I discourage my employees from engaging with me except to give me information in its most distilled format. But, for some reason, I don't mind her feeble attempt at conversion. That doesn't mean I' ll bothering answering. I'm too busy convincing my wolf not to jump her. She tries again. "What departme

But my wolf isn't happy about the tinge of anger in her scent. An apology is on my lips another first. Jackson King doesn't apologize. I don't owe her one, either. If I had my way I'll pull her into the nearest conference room, spank her ass for the Whipping boy comment, and spend the next three hours teaching her pleasure at the tip of my tongue. I'd go down on her until her screams of pleasure and told to everyone in the building that she's mine. That would take care of her annoyance, and her nervousness. Or is it arousal."Oh, it's just a routine interview no need to take up your time." Stu says. I'll be dammed if I let Stu or any other male to get her alone. Luis clears his throat as a signal warning that Stu he's on the verge of pissing me off. I narrow my eyes at Stu. "I decided how to spend my time. Shall we go into the conference room, Or are we interviewing her here in the hallway?" Stu scrawls as if I busted up his frat party. ~•~•~•~

They cut their teeth together as young hackers, sharing information and their success, passing along tips, advising others. It was dumb luck he found her after she disappeared for the past eight years. But she resurfaced on DefCon, the old secret hacker forum where they'd always interacted, looking for help with cracking into the FBI. Naturally, he'd assisted. He'd been looking for her a long time. Not just out of nostalgia, although he wondered about her. She's perfect for what he needs. There are very few hackers capable of breaking SeCure's Code. And he happens to know Catgirl is one of them. She did it before as a teenager, no less. So when she resurfaced, he helped her with the FBI and then followed her through their doors to see what she was up to. She deleted files on three people-- a deceased married couple and their daughter, vigilante burglars, known for stealing from the dirty. She also added evidence on another criminal, including tips on his whereabouts. By digging he g

"Mr. King." She swives in her chair but doesn't stabd. My wolf likes that she's lost her fear of me. She crosses her long bare legs, and I thank the fates she's wearing another short skirt. "Or should I call you JT?" So she's still annoyed at my little deception. Her voice holds a note of scorn no other employee would use and damn, but it makes my cock twitch. The sight of her thrills me but I allow myself only a small grin. "You may " Her gaze flicks to the doorway behind me, and only because I'm part wolf do I recognize a slight trapped animal vibe under the confidence. Like it makes her ichy to have the only exit blocked. Must be part of her claustrophobia. I step into the office and away from the door to give her an unfettered exit, and she relaxes. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. My wolf wants to puff out my muscles, and run out to hunt and bring her back a rabbit for lunch. Down boy damn it. Her scent hits me hard, bringing on the prickle of the shi