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Chapter Nine

AYO

Holy shit, I’m kissing my boss. My really, really hot boss. In my defence, how can I resist when the most attractive man I’ve ever met gets all growly and possessive over me?

I pull back when he doesn’t immediately respond, not least because he’s quite hard to reach all the way up there. There’s a second, maybe two, where we just stare at each other.

Then he lunges.

Next thing I know, Ethan’s hands are cupping my face, his mouth is devouring mine like he’s starving for me, and my back hits the fridge behind me again.

Our height difference is making my neck twinge and it can’t be comfortable for him either, so I jump into his arms and reclaim his mouth when he catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist to make sure he can’t get away.

His hands find my arse, kneading both cheeks like he can’t help himself. He breaks the kiss, leaving me panting. “You want this?”

Isn’t my hard dick grinding on him enough proof? “Yes. Goddess, yes.”

I get another mind-melting kiss before he breaks off again, kissing his way down my neck. “You don’t have to do this just to stay here with me.”

“I know. I want to.”

“Or to keep your job.”

“I know.”

“This is separate from everything else.”

“Ethan, I know. It’s just sex. If it makes things weird between us, which I don’t think it will, but if it does, then I’ll go stay with one of the others. Promise.”

He lifts his head from my neck and his eyes flash. I think I’m seeing a glimpse of his wolf for the first time. A low growl builds in his throat, making me smile.

“I’d rather stay here, though. With you.” For a lot longer than the week or two I planned to stay. I keep that part to myself, though. Ethan might be feeling possessive right now, but there’s no guarantee that will last once the cum has dried.

“Hold on,” Ethan says, as if I’m not doing that already. He carries me through to the bathroom, which is not the direction I expected this to be going.

“Um… you know there’s a really awesome bed right next door?”

Ethan chuckles and gives me another scorching kiss before sitting me on the counter beside the sink. “You still smell like cats.”

There’s no bath in this flat, just an amazing walk-in shower with enough space for two. Wet, naked Ethan? Hell, yes. Sign me up.

He starts the shower and reaches for my tie first. He pulls it off slowly, then takes his time unbuttoning my shirt as steam fills the small space.

I reach for him as well, not wanting this to be one-sided.

I’m surprised he lets me take his T-shirt off myself with how dominant he’s being, but there’s something much more tender about us undressing each other with gentle caresses than the frantic way we were going at each other before.

As soon as we’re both naked and under the shower spray, things begin to heat up again.

Ethan presses up against me and reaches for his shower gel, soaping up his hands before running them first down my back and over the globes of my arse, then up again to clean my neck before running his hands down my chest to play with my nipples.

He’s careful to wash around my focus without touching it, which I appreciate more than he can know.

I struggle to clean him as well, too distracted by his wandering hands, and eventually give up and simply suck one of his brown nipples into my mouth.

That earns me a growl, which intensifies when I grip his enormous shaft with one hand as I reach down with the other to grip his balls.

“You’re playing with fire, little sorcerer.”

I pull off his nipple with a wet pop. “You were taking too long.”

I gasp when he presses me against the cool white tiles. He covers me with his entire body, skin-to-skin, and presses his thigh between my legs.

“Take what you need.” His voice is a throaty rumble.

I don’t need any more encouragement. I ride his thigh first, then grind against his hip when he bends his knees to put us at a more equal height. It can’t be comfortable for him, but he doesn’t seem to care as his lips find mine again and he licks his way into my mouth.

The heat builds between us, every cell in my body focused on wet, slippery skin and how incredible he feels as my orgasm starts to gather at the base of my spine. Then his soapy hand takes both of our hard lengths in a tight grip.

“Ayo,” he breathes.

“Oh fuck… Ethan…” It feels unreal—the slick slide and wet heat as our panting fills the enclosed space. It looks pretty fucking hot as well, his olive skin contrasting with my mahogany tone.

All it takes is for him to suck on my neck while his thick finger taps at my hole and I go off like a rocket, shooting all over his hand as I yell his name. I’m still trembling with aftershocks when his release joins mine and he growls my name into my shoulder.

We hold each other close, letting the water wash away our combined spend. He gently tugs me away from the tiles and makes sure to wash every single inch of my skin.

After we step out, I absolutely love the careful way he towels me dry. I’ve never felt precious to anyone except my parents before.

So, naturally, I let him take me to bed and use his hands and mouth to cover every single part of me in his scent.

This alpha wolf wants to claim me for the night? Sign me up.

It turns out Ethan wanted more than one night.

As well as working on the case, we’ve spent a hell of a lot of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies as often as we can.

Unfortunately, Ethan needs to spend this morning reviewing the other jobs the team are working on, so he leaves me with Kit to review the backgrounds of three cat shifters and one wolf who have been flagged as possible suspects.

I’m not sure how or why they were flagged, but my job is to add what I know to the profiles Kit is putting together.

“So… you and the boss, huh?” Kit taps away at their keyboard at the desk next to mine, and an email pops up on my screen.

I side-eye Kit as I open the first profile they’ve sent me. “That didn’t take long.”

Kit smirks. “We’re shifters. Well, except Cal, but even he can smell Ethan all over you.”

“Truth,” Cal says from the other side of the office, not bothering to turn away from his screen.

Skye is less subtle, spinning in his chair and wheeling over to Kit and me. “Can we gossip now? Getting you alone without Ethan is like asking Raj to part with his Armani suits. Not impossible, but not worth the fight.”

“Um…” I’m not sure what they want me to say that they can’t already smell.

“Is it serious?” Skye asks.

“Or just a bit of fun?” Kit waggles their eyebrows.

“I’m… not sure?” It’s definitely a lot of fun, but more than that? Who knows?

Cal sighs, then turns and pins Skye and Kit with a look. “Give the man space. It’s none of our business.”

Kit rolls their eyes but turns to the post that came in this morning. Skye pouts, and with his model good looks, it’s really effective.

Cal’s mouth twitches. “Nice try, little one. Get over here. We’ve got work to do.”

Skye huffs, but winks at me before he wheels himself back across the room to work beside Cal.

I’ve just started looking through the first profile, this one of a wolf shifter who’s been arrested by the task force a bunch of times for minor stuff, when Kit tosses a white envelope onto my desk.

They go back to sorting through the rest of the mail, grumbling about wasting trees when email was invented decades ago.

I frown at the envelope. It’s thick paper, with a company name on it that I don’t recognise. Deciding I want to open this somewhere private, I grab my mostly empty mug and stand. “Anyone want another brew?”

Three pairs of eyes stare at me blankly.

“Tea. Anyone want one?” Jeez, how long have they lived in this city? Surely they’d have heard that slang by now.

I’m not sure if Cal even eats or drinks human food or beverages, but it seems rude not to include him when I offer. Some vamps do, some don’t.

I get a round of nos from all three, so I take my mug and my suspiciously official-looking letter down the corridor to the small kitchen. I put the kettle on and carefully open the envelope. The letter inside looks just as official, with the company name and an address in the Southern Quarter.

My whole body flushes hot and cold as I read.

I have to read it through three times just to make sure I’m understanding all the official-sounding language right.

There’s something about an inheritance and how this is my last opportunity to claim it?

That can’t be right, can it? Surely if my parents had left me an inheritance, I’d have found out when I turned eighteen, or Qadir would have told me when I was younger.

I mean, sure, he died just before I turned sixteen, but someone would have told me.

Maybe Nyoka didn’t know? Lawyers are secretive about this stuff, right? Only giving information to their clients?

I pull my phone out and search the company name, then read their website. From the looks of things, they’re a human organisation. Supe businesses tend to leave little clues that humans would miss but that let the community know they’re a part of it, and this firm has none of the usual markers.

But an inheritance? Human firm or not, wouldn’t they have contacted me before now? Maybe it’s a mistake.

I abandon the kitchen for the conference room, close the door behind me and erect a quick silencing ward. I wouldn’t normally use this room for a personal call, but it’s empty, and I won’t be long.

I have to go through a secretary before I get to a lady named Hillary Blake, who was the name at the bottom of the letter.

“ Hillary Blake. ”

“Ms. Blake, hi, my name is Ayo Muroyi. I just received a letter from you about an inheritance?”

“ Finally! ”

Finally? What the fuck?

“ Mr Muroyi, could you confirm your date of birth and address for security purposes? ”

I give her the information, telling her the address of the coven manor since this letter was addressed there and redirected by Royal Mail.