He lets Roy slide down his body, and taking his hand, Bryan leads him back into the bar. He feels weak, still drunk, embarrassed, tired, appalled, and on some strange level, Roy was exhilarated, euphoric even. Bryan is clutching my hand,’ Roy notes ecstatically. Such a befuddling array of emotions was flooding him that he’ll need at least a week to process them all. The bar is noisy and crowded and the music has started so there is a large crowd on the dance floor. Liam and Hailey are not at their table and Angelo has disappeared. Kingsley looks lost and pitiful on his own. That’s the Hailey effect. “Where’s Hailey and Liam?” Roy shouts at Kingsley above the noise. His head is beginning to pound in time to the thumping bass line of the music. “Hailey went dancing,” Kingsley shouts back, and Roy can tell he’s angry. He is eyeing Bryan suspiciously. “And Liam had to leave.” Angelo must have told Kingsley something. Roy shrugs on the black jacket he left on the seat. He’ll be ready
Roy wakes up with a ringing in his head in a very quiet place. The light in the room is muted and aside from the pain in his head, he is comfortable and warm, in this bed. For a moment, Roy lays back and takes in the tranquility and serenity, enjoying the strange unfamiliar environment. He has no idea where he is. The bedhead behind him is in the form of a massive claw. The room is large and airy and furnished in gold and beige. His muddled brain struggles through its visual memories to ascertain where he was but comes up with nothing. Who brought him here? How did he get here? Fissured memories of the previous night slowly come back to the surface of his mind. The drinking… God, no, the drinking that led to the phone call, ugh, the phone call, and then the vomiting. God, no, the vomiting. Angelo and then Bryan Anderson. The thought makes him wince inwardly. He doesn’t truly remember coming here, wherever this place is. He looks down and sees that he’s wearing a tight boxer and
Roy doesn’t want to feel this way about his boss. Hard, squirming, needy, and achy.Desire…it probably has to do with the mate bond thing Bryan had mentioned,” Roy assures himself although he knows that he’d feel this way about Bryan without it.He lies back on the soft pillows, rosy cheeked as he recalled Bryan’s words. ‘If you were.’ God, what would happen if Roy decides to throw wind to caution and be what Bryan wants him to be? A secret boy-toy. Hidden.The thought brings a frown to his lips and at the same time set his blood racing around his body. Bryan is so confusing, complicated, and difficult. One second, he rebuffs him, the next he tracks him like a stalker, and heavily flirts with him.And with all those red flags, Roy spent the night in his hotel suite and still, he feels safe. Protected. Bryan cares enough to come and rescue him from some mistakenly perceived danger. His heart warms when he remembers the night he’d gone for a run too and Bryan rescued him from the wolves
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