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GRAHAM

I groaned, my head tilting forward. Her sweet little tongue flicked against my shaft. For a defective, her scent seemed incredibly potent, enough to make me feral. I was about to come all over her beautiful face. I cupped her jaw and reached my thumb up to caress the small mole on the crest of her cheek. Her head tilted and she fit more of me in her mouth. She hummed around me and the sweet movement caused my balls to draw up.

I snarled, grabbing the back of her neck to pull off. My cock popped free of her mouth with a wet suck. My balls tightened even more.

“Come here,” I ordered gruffly. She followed my lead with ease and my chest ballooned. She leaned against the desk, confusion clear in her eyes. I gripped her waistband to remove her slacks.

“I’m going to fuck you and make you mine.” The words fell from my lips. Lust rode me so hard my hands trembled. I’d never reacted to pussy like this. Moon goddess, her taste had fucked me up.

“I’m yours?” Her soft question reached inside my chest, and like fingers, wrapped around my organs.

“Yes.” A growl accompanied the word. Her smile widened until her eyes squinted. My fingertips became numb, and I struggled to draw in a breath. I fumbled with unhooking the metal latch of her pants.

“You’re not going to take a mate?” Her words stopped me in my tracks, wrenching me out of the lust-filled haze with such force it made me dizzy.

Not take a mate? Hester—I had to take her as a chosen mate.

But attraction like this couldn’t be mimicked, and it was what most hoped for now that those fated dwindled, causing defective werewolves.

Therein lay the problem. One of them. A defective couldn’t be my Luna.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t keep her.

Before my father, Beaumont Pack’s last Beta, had passed, he’d had plenty of lovers despite my mother being his chosen. I could do the same. I wanted her violently enough to promise her security.

“The arrangement I have with the Whitlock pack will need to be preserved. I have no choice on that end. My people require it of me.” I struggled to form the appropriate words. To say I would move forward with the mating without outright stating it. “We will continue as we’ve been. This does not have to end—it won’t.” I cupped her cheek, and her wide eyes stared up at me, blinking in rapid succession. At first, there was no drastic change to her features, only the barest wrinkle across the bridge of her nose.

“Wait.” She blinked quickly. “You’ll still mate her?” Her voice rose and fell, lilting at the end with each word as if she didn’t even understand her own question. The vulnerability in her tone felt like a punch to the gut.

I opened and closed my mouth. She was upset, understandably. I cupped the back of her neck and brought her face closer to me. Her eyes slightly widened, making it easy for me to see her irises dilate. We craved each other and we shouldn’t have to give each other up, that was what should be focused on. We could explore this between us. She would have everything with me as Alpha, I would not allow her any disrespect.

“You will not need to lift a finger. You will have my protection and?—”

“Hold up!” She put her hands up between us, her brown eyes glimmering with tears. It was almost like crystals formed along the line of her eye. It made the differences in the colors become more vibrant. “I’m good enough to fuck but not to mate?” she asked with a blank look.

I narrowed my eyes.

“That isn’t what I said.” I’d stepped closer to her, as if she were the moon. The crystals spilled over and she hit my chest, tears dripping from the corner of her eyes.

“I can’t believe you.” Her voice cracked and a fissure formed in my chest. “Alpha.” The stiff way she said my title was wrong. “I request to be released from this pack.”

“No,” I snarled, but it felt pushed from deep inside me. My wolf rose and the beast paced inside, fighting for release. He urged a claiming.

“You can’t stop me.” She sniffled and swiped the back of her hand across her cheek. She sidestepped me and I blocked her. Then we did the same again. I slammed my palms on the desk surface, caging her between them. The warmth of her body radiated to mine, and my stiff cock shoved against her side. She flinched back, her beautiful eyes teary, but still on me. Her body shuddered and I leaned forward until my abdomen pressed into her raised hands. Her breathing changed.

“This is worth everything,” I murmured against her ear. She shuddered, her fingers digging into my skin. I caught the shell of her ear between my teeth.

“No, I want to change packs.” She moaned.

I invaded her space, eager to show her she was mine. I yanked her pants down, grabbed her hips, and hoisted her bare ass onto my desk to pull the pants off the rest of the way, my movements jerky and needy. I pried her legs apart, exposing her sweet, glistening sex.

“Alpha,” she gasped. “G-Graham.” Fuck, my name on her lips caused a visceral reaction in my gut. I wouldn’t give her up. I’d make her understand she was mine.

I sank my fingers into her soft inner thighs. My hands were large against her tan skin. She tried to close her legs again, her face red.

“B-but—” I cut her off with a lick to her clit. The small bud throbbed against my tongue. Her cries reached into my gut and wove the truth of her new reality through my veins. She was mine.

With my next long lick from the bottom of her slit to the throbbing bud of nerves, she stopped trying to escape, her body becoming supple. She reclined onto her elbows, her lips parted. The swell of her breasts hidden under that loose shirt pumped up and down. She surrendered so sweetly. My cock throbbed with a painful need to slide inside her. Perfect, sweet little female.

Her head rolled limply, and her eyelids lowered, veiled by thick spanning eyelashes.

Her taste coated my mouth, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my face against her pussy to get her scent on me.

Her body writhed to my every tongue flick. Using two fingers, I spread her sex even more and looked down at her wet flesh.

“Needy little cunt,” I said gruffly. She watched me, panting.

I slid two fingers into her sex. At first, I swirled the digits shallowly. Her channel felt tight.

“Relax for me, Sweetheart.”

Her little tongue swiped across her lower lip. Keeping my two fingers inside her, I curved my thumb and rubbed her clit. The little bud throbbed against my finger.

She screamed, her hips jolting up, begging for more pressure.

Anyone could hear us, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was too invested in her sweet little body. I deserved this succulent treat.

Violet cried out and I repeated the motion. Her walls stopped pressing against my fingers, but I pushed forward and met more resistance. I froze with my digits shoved in her pussy.

I’d fucked around with her last night, and she was a virgin.

I yanked myself back so suddenly her thighs dropped on the surface of my desk. She was more innocent than I believed, and here I touched her like she was experienced. I touched her so callously. I’d rather be hit with a truck than endure this gut-wrenching drop of my gut.

I couldn’t fuck her right here, on my fucking desk. I yanked my hands away as if she were on fire. I couldn’t do this with her, or to her. Taking her sweetness felt like a sin when I couldn’t be what she deserved.

I growled, struggling with the urge to squeeze her to my side. She stared at me with sleepy eyes, damp lips and a flushed face. My cock ached more than fucking ever.

“Get out,” I said, gruffly.

Her eyes widened.

“Now,” I snarled.

She scrambled off the desk, a fresh wave of tears dripping from her chin. She sniffled and jerked on her clothes. It took every ounce of my strength to keep still. She ran out of my office. Hissing out a breath, I doubled over to ease the ache.

I couldn’t give in to lust. I would follow through with my plans. It was my only choice. For my pack.