“Damn that rangy wolf anyway.” The red welts across her ass, throbbed a reminder that one orgasm was not nearly enough.
Nick’s taunt of “show me what you can do with a ruler” had set off the combative side of her alpha nature. There was no way in hell she’d let him win a war of words, nor would she pass on a dare issued from his lips. So she’d straddled the desk like he’d asked and proceeded to show him what she could do with one little ruler.
She’d become lost in the pure, unmitigated joy of the soft, flat wood striking her skin. The sudden sting led to a warming blush which turned into a tingling delight so intense she was getting wet again just thinking about it. Leaping lupa’s but the pleasure she’d been missing.
Her mistake, however, was not listening to the grunts and growls of the male on the other side of the glass. While each swat of the ruler had brought her closer to release, it had also brought him closer to the change. His nails had lengthened, teeth filled his mouth and the wolf was hammering at his skin to get out. She had ignored his crazed appearance and gone for their games winning stroke—one firm smack in front.
The reverberation sunk past her folds and surrounded her clit with a sensation of unadulterated bliss. The resulting orgasm rocked her to the tips of her toes and had turned her snarky mate into a snarling beast.
“Mangy mutt needs a finger flick to his muzzle,” she grumbled, sitting gingerly on the chair to roll up her stocking.
All hell had broken loose after her spasms had stopped. Nick was a half-formed wolf beating at the thick glass trying to get to her, Dante and crew were pounding at the outside door and she was about to flash the whole lot of them her very satisfied pussy.
Zeva clipped the last snap of her garter to the stocking below and settled her regular uniform skirt over her legs. She would never be late to work again at Dante’s. If there was one thing she’d proven to herself tonight, it was that while playing with Nick in an environment such as this was one thing, the reality of anyone else seeing the show went beyond her sexual limits.
“Happy V-Day, Zeva dear.” Angel called from her Jaguar convertible. The green-eyed monster sat heavy upon Zeva’s chest as she waved back at the stunning beauty that sped from the lot, on her way to meet her super secret lover. It was a Valentine’s Day for the books, that was for sure, but not the first she had spent needy and alone.
