Page 26 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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ELIAS

“S hred or keep?”

I looked up from the box of documents I was working on to inspect the paper Marlowe now held in front of me. She had announced that morning that she really just wanted to keep her mind busy to try to process everything that had happened and had decided that starting the painstaking process of going through her dad’s house was just the project she needed.

Archer had tried to argue that what she really needed was a therapist, but I had shushed him and offered to help her go through the office.

Not just because it would give me some alone time with her, which I craved after discovering I was the only one who hadn’t even kissed her yet, but also because I understood how she felt. When my parents had died, the only thing that had helped me deal with the grief was delving headfirst into my work.

“Shred.”

We’d been at it for hours, and a large garbage bag full of shredded paper sat next to the desk.

I rubbed my eyes, allowing them to unfocus and look around the room to relieve the slight strain from all the reading I’d been doing, and I frowned at the hidden safe built into the wall across from me.

James had left a lot of detailed instructions in his will, but there had been no mention of that.

We had found it entirely by accident when Marlowe noticed a crooked painting. As she had tried to straighten it, she had heard a weird scraping sound and looked behind to see what had been catching the canvas.

Whatever was in there, James had intended to take it to his grave.

She went back to her own pile while biting her lower lip in thought. By now, she’d been able to figure out which sorts of records weren’t worth holding onto, but she still double checked with me every once in a while.

Were she one of my paralegals, I might have been annoyed. But I knew why she was really asking – she was just as aware of the fact that we hadn’t fooled around yet as I was and wanted to cut the silent tension in the room.

And I could never be angry at my omega for desiring my attention.

I stood up to stretch and released a huge yawn. “Okay, California, I think we need a break. Are you hungry?”

She laughed. “Why are you guys so obsessed with feeding me?”

I walked around the desk and grabbed the arms of her chair, leaning down into her face. “It’s an alpha thing. We love to provide. Is there something else I can do for you, then?”

She shuddered, and I let a smirk through at the pride of turning my omega on. To my surprise, she threw the papers on the floor and grabbed my face, pulling herself up to kiss me.

I grunted my shock at her boldness, then pulled away. With one swipe, I cleared the desk, then picked her up and set her on the edge, my lips meeting hers in desperate, ravenous need.

Everything about her tasted sweet. I peppered kisses down her neck, inhaling her heavenly scent. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my hands rubbed up her thighs and under her skirt. I groaned as I found her sex completely bare, her slick now coating the front of my pants as my crotch prodded against her.

“You naughty little thing,” I chuckled, nipping her ear. “Were you planning this?”

She reached up, her teeth catching my bottom lip, and her hands answered for her as they made quick work of my belt. “Knot,” she breathed, releasing my dick. “Now.”

She was going to be the death of me. Or at least the death of my career. How could I ever look at a desk the same way again? I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled, forcing her face to tilt up towards mine. “Look at that – our sweet little omega has become so greedy.” I rubbed the head of my cock around her clit and watched as her expression melted into one of pure pleasure.

She whined, pushing her hips forward to try to slide onto me, but I tsked and backed up. “Wicked, wanton little thing. If you want my knot, you’re going to have to work for it.”

The growl that escaped her lips was so hot I nearly gave into her demands. “You certainly won’t get it that way,” I chided.

Her hands grabbed at my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and savoring my skin underneath. She leaned forward, licking my nipple and drawing it into her mouth.

I groaned my approval, then backed up again. “You’re on the right track.”

She grinned her understanding, sliding off the desk and onto her knees. I watched in awe as her pink, soft lips enveloped my cock, her tongue expertly sliding around my head, and then up and down the shaft as she brought me in further.

I lost myself to the exquisite wet warmth of her.

“That’s it, you’ll earn my knot quickly if you keep this up.”

She hummed her appreciation at my praise, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. I ran my fingers through her thick, strawberry blonde hair, watching the way her eyelids fluttered at the feeling of my fingers lightly digging into her scalp. My omega liked head rubs. Very good to know.

I resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, wanting to know how much of me she could handle, and what she was comfortable with. She struggled with my entire length, hitting her gag reflex in her effort to swallow more of me.

My hand rested on her cheek, wiping away a tear that had pooled in the corner of her eye as she strained to fit me in. “My sweet little omega, don’t hurt yourself.”

She shook her head, releasing me for a moment. “You taste so good, Elias. I want more.” Then she swallowed me again, my knot growing in anticipation.

Fuck, how did I get so lucky? I couldn’t take it a second longer, and I pulled out, grabbing her arms and lifting her up, then flipping her onto her stomach on the desk. I entered quickly and without warning, my knees weakening at the feeling of her pussy clenching around me. I met no resistance, her walls drenched in slick, and she grabbed the edge of the other side of the desk, panting beautifully with each thrust.

I probably should have felt a twinge of shame for rutting my deceased client’s daughter on his desk, but all I felt was pure bliss, the kind of enlightenment that could only be had between an alpha and his omega.

She was mine. My purpose, my love, my everything. The center of my universe, my light in the dark. I would devote myself to her happiness every day until my dying breath.

“Elias,” she moaned. “Harder, please!”

I’d been holding back slightly, careful of how small she was compared to me. But I should have known better – her body was made to take a thick alpha cock. And a thick alpha cock she would have.

I held her hips and pounded into her with everything I had, the desk scraping against the floor with each thrust. Her walls tightened around me, and my knot was the biggest I’d ever seen it, throbbing in anticipation. With her release came mine, and I pushed my knot with one final shove forward, locking myself inside her. I roared as my cock exploded, leaning onto the desk with one hand to steady myself as I continued to empty my seed. I didn’t even know it was possible to create that much cum, but our orgasms triggered greater and greater pleasure in each other and my cock continued to throb.

Once I was sure my balls had to be empty, I grabbed her around her stomach, picking her up and off the desk as best I could and collapsing into the chair, letting her fall back into my chest.

“I feel like I’ve never properly had sex before now,” I chuckled, catching my breath. “Like everything in my life was just a practice run for this.”

“I know what you mean,” she replied, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair. “How could I ever have a normal cock again after this?”

A growl rippled through me. It wasn’t fair to be jealous or angry at someone for their exes. Moon knows I had plenty of my own. But vampyrs were another story, and the thought of the two of them having been together for years filled me with rage. How dare a bloodsucker try to take what was ours?

“You never will.”

“Mm, no, I definitely will not.”

Her neck sat tantalizingly close, and my anger from watching the vampyr try to take her from me the other night took over. Perhaps I should have allowed Cam to go first – he was technically our leader, even though he’d never exerted his authority over us before and we didn’t operate as a pack that way. But my desire to possess and protect the sweet little omega on my knot propelled me forward. I brushed the hair from her creamy skin and struck hard into the crook of her shoulder.

Her body lurched and she yelped in surprise, but I held her steady in my arms and between my teeth, letting the power of the bond course through us.

When the pain made way for pleasure, I released her, lapping up her sweet blood and closing the wound.

Another orgasm tore through her, and mine soon followed. I kept a tight grip, one hand splayed across her abdomen and the other grabbing one of her breasts, while she held onto the arms of the chair, riding out our shared release.

“Elias, did you just…?”

“Yes,” I answered, my voice heavy and low. “You’re mine forever now, Marlowe.”

A smile crept over her face as she sighed, leaning the back of her head against my shoulder. “Good.”