Oh. Roy is completely unaware that he is chewing on his bottom lip. His mouth pops open as he gasps and swallows at the same time. that has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to him. His pulse quickens and he thinks he’s panting. Jeez, he’s a quivering, hard as steel mess and Bryan Anderson hasn’t even touched him. He shifts in his seat and meets his hot glare. Roy suddenly loses his control, “Why don’t you?” he challenges quietly. “Because even though I badly want you handcuffed to my bed, weak from multiple orgasms, I am not going to touch you anymore, Roy—not until you agree to be mine.” His lips hint at a smile. “What do you mean?” “Exactly what you heard.” He sighs and shakes his head at Roy, amused, but exasperated too. “You want me to show you off, Roy? And I am going to do just that and after, I won’t take no for an answer.” “oh…” is the only thing Roy can say. “You should finish your breakfast, Roy. And then I’ll have Matteo drop you home. I’ll see you at w
He lunges at Roy, slamming him against the wall of the elevator. Before he knows it, Bryan’s got both of his hands in one of his in a tight grip above his head and he’s pinning him to the silver wall using his hips.Oh, God.His other hand curls around the front of Roy’s shirt and yanks him forward, bringing his face closer and his lips are on his.It’s only just not agonizing. Roy groans into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. Bryan takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring the contours of his mouth.It’s better than the last time.Roy’s tongue tentatively strokes his and joins him in a slow erotic swirl that’s all about touch and feel. Bumping and grinding against each other.Bryan brings his hand to grasp his chin and holds him in place.Roy is helpless, his hands pinned and his face held, and Bryan’s hips restraining him..,He feels his erection against his lower belly. Oh god… Roy groans,’ he wants me, Bryan Anderson, Lycan prince wants me and so god helps me, I w
Reading his mind, Bryan bends and whispers into Roy’s ear, “Klaus is the name of my wolf. Our wolves are independent and have a mind of their own. That is what I’m called by the wolves of my father’s pack.”Roy nods slowly and gives him a tiny smile. It was even better Elliot called him Klaus, Hailey will have no way of guessing that the man he spent the night with was Bryan Anderson.“Hailey,” Bryan gives her a polite nod and glares at Elliot who grins and rises to shake hands with Roy too.“Hi Roy,” he smiles, his blue eyes twinkling and Roy takes a liking to him instantly. He’s obviously nothing like Bryan, but then they’re just wolves from the same pack.“Hi Elliot,” Roy smiles up at him, and he’s aware that he’s biting his lip.“Elliot, we’d better go,” Bryan inputs in a mild tone.“Yeah,” He turns to Hailey and pulls her into his arms, giving her a long lingering kiss.God…get a room,’ Roy frowns distastefully, staring at holes in Elliot’s head for touching his sister. If Liam w
Right beside him stands Claire-the witch who then says in a very loud whisper, “Did you really think Bryan Anderson will give you the time of the day just because he had his limousine take you home on your first day?” She scoffs, “That’s how he literally treats all his staff on their first day.” Right. A lot has happened between him and Mr. Anderson since his first day though, especially Friday night, but now it seems a lifetime has already passed since then. Roy bites his lip hard to stop it from quivering, badly. Over his first week, everyone in the company’s Administration Department, 7th floor has heard Roy—their only social media handler and a most despised gay man—being called to the CEO’s office on his first day. And on Friday, someone saw him helped inside Bryan’s limousine by his chauffeur after office hours and told everyone. And Saturday, only he knew that Bryan Anderson has promised him—Roy Jordan, the wimpiest gay man in the world—to claim him. But right now, everyth
Visibly recovering from the comeback, Claire snarled, “Why, you---”Roy’s courage abruptly deserted him at the sight of murderous age on Claire’s face. He hurried toward the elevators, knowing that he had just made an enemy for life.Oh, crap.This was not what he had imagined today would bring at all.He wished Kristine had come back from Scottsdale so he’d take comfort from her presence. His frustration grew when he realized that he didn’t even have her number.Over six hours later, Roy was already counting the minutes before he could leave for home and hand in his resignation letter.It was official.He couldn't work for Anderson Inc. any longer. If near poverty hadn’t made Roy the sensible type, then he would have just upped and left without looking back the moment Claire had declared war on him, sneering at Roy for everyone to hear every chance she got.But Roy was the sensible type and his mind told him it would be foolish to give up his daily wages just to save his pride.As he
Some of the workers quickly masked their shock and began murmuring amongst themselves. When the murmurs became louder and more chaotic, Bryan knew it was because of their appearance, which spoke volumes of what had transpired earlier. This felt way too good, he won’t lie. No matter how small it is, walking into his truth with his mate in his arms. The thought caused an even wider grin on Bryan’s face. He had deliberately walked out with his shirt still unbuttoned, necktie lose, and Roy’s mark on his neck on blatant display.Quietly, Bryan took his time brushing back the hair falling over Roy’s brows, nuzzling his neck as he did so. When he pulled away, a collective gasp went through the group as he revealed his mark on Roy’s neck. Bryan bit his ear, making Roy yelp. He could feel Roy’s skin heating up in embarrassment and he nuzzled his neck even more, but only to hide his smile. He couldn’t remember the last time wanting to smile this often or at least not since---Bryan straigh
The elevator doors chimed open at the last floor, CEO’s Penthouse with Bryan and Roy hesitantly drifting apart so as not to treat Stella to a sight she wouldn’t be able to wipe out of her memory any time soon.“Clear my schedule and do not let anyone in.” He instructed Stella who had a warm smile on her face and she nodded fervently, “Of course sir.”“You are so cute when you smile,” Roy says when they finally enter into his enormous office.His smile broadened and he hitched his hip on his desk, staring at Roy’s face, “I am offended by the term cute. Elliot will have a field day if he learns that their future alpha’s smile is called cute’ by his mate.”“No he won’t,” Roy murmured softly, his warm breath fanning his ear.Bryan smirked and arched a brow, “Why?” he brought up his knee and gently rubbed it against the front of Roy’s pants.The contact sent a wave of sexual heat pulsing through him and Roy took a jerky step backward, but Bryan’s arm snaked around his waist to draw him tow
Bryan arched a brow before walking over casually to the side of the penthouse where the living room furniture was, “What do you mean?”His mother, Darnell Anderson, settled her trim and petite figure on a French chair, fingering the triple stand of knuckle-sized pearls around her neck with a slight smile on her ageless face, “Dear Bryan, your father had to mind-control your personal assistant to make her not inform you that we were present because you explicitly told her not to let anyone in and the contents on your desk are trashed.”His fingers tightened around the glass of grape juice he held but his voice was perfectly bland and gave nothing away as he said, “Did you?”In contrast to his mother’s small figure, Edric Anderson dominated the entire space. He stood behind his wife’s right shoulder, tall in a single-breasted black suit. He looked every inch the retired CEO and Alpha King of the Ortiz Kingdom.There was no doubt that Bryan had taken after his father.“Darnell. We aren’t