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Ziggy

Whatever this morning was supposed to be, Ziggy was damn sure it wasn’t supposed to be him locking Silas’ office door and wiggling out of his clothes to reveal what he wore beneath them.

Silas’ lusty stare roamed down Ziggy’s satin covered body.

His snake was right, the red was perfect against his pale, tattooed skin.

It glowed and shimmered in the light coming through the window as he sauntered around the side of Silas’ desk, sliding between it and Silas when he eased his chair back.

He perched his ass on the edge of the desk, pushing at the laptop awkwardly to make room for his bottom while holding the man’s gaze.

The red mercury boxers had side panels of lace and a silk front cupping his protruding cock.

They left little to the imagination. The matching top was all silk, with shoestring straps.

The made to measure piece hugged his torso, making it easy to wear under his clothes.

Silas’ desire was there in his wild, stormy eyes that held an intensity that was impossible to look away from.

If he could dive into their depth, Ziggy would. He wanted to unleash the storm, which hummed and sparked between them with intense power, and relive the moments he’d had in the club with Silas.

His eyes were delicious and far too fucking tempting to someone like Ziggy, who thrived on holding an alpha's attention.

The deliberate way Silas placed his hands on the armrests of his chair and gripped so hard his knuckles turned white was its own aphrodisiac.

Silas was clearly picking up the cues from Ziggy without words.

There was the alpha who liked to be controlled exposing himself like he had at the club.

Only here, it was much more intoxicating without Ziggy’s heat hormones clouding his judgement.

The rawness, fuck, it was such a turn on.

“What do you want me to do to you?” Ziggy questioned softly, yet commanding all of Silas’ focus at the same time. He remembered what worked for Silas.

“I… fuck, I don’t know.”

Ziggy shook his head, eyes narrowing. “Yes you do.” He came forward, his lips so close to Silas’. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

They had never kissed, it wasn’t part of the terms of their agreement, and Ziggy controlled the impulse now, aware he could spook the man.

His pupils blown wide, Silas’ choppy breaths hit Ziggy’s face as he waited, wanting to know exactly what went on inside the other man’s head to cause that initial scent of arousal. Their attraction, he hoped, but wouldn’t assume.

“I want… to see your snake. For you to slide all over my naked body.”

A shiver ran down Ziggy’s spine at the longing he wasn’t even sure Silas was aware he’d shown. His snake pushed and Ziggy held him back. “Here? Where we could be interrupted?”

Locked in Hidden Desires, they’d been cocooned, protected from prying eyes, but Silas lust-glazed eyes didn’t so much as flicker towards the locked door while he nodded eagerly.

Fuck! He was something else.

Ziggy had no issue with being an exhibitionist, neither did his snake half.

But he didn’t know the man looking at him without restraint well enough to know how he would feel when he came back to his senses.

Would he have regrets? His reaction to finding Ziggy in his office suggested he might well.

Was it a risk Ziggy was prepared to take for this man, when he could lose his job?

Be sensible.

Be sensible.

You’re at work.

Will you stop and just look at him? He knows what he wants. Me sliding over him.

With how Silas looked in his suit and the thick, potent pheromones filling the office, and his snake's pushy behavior, any hope he had of being sensible fled.

He moved away from the desk and slipped off his underwear, not wanting to rip it.

“Spread your legs. I’ll shift for you, but only if you stay dressed— this time.

” Ziggy understood the chemistry between them meant this wouldn’t be a one-off thing.

Also, his snake would make its own decisions once it came out.

Which was dangerous for Ziggy, although he wanted to see Silas’s reaction to how big he was in his shifted form.

There was a look of disappointment before it disappeared, and Silas nodded curtly. If Silas had shown any hesitation, then Ziggy would have stopped. His snake half… he couldn’t honestly say.

Ziggy stepped between the now spread legs, his cock pointing directly at Silas.

Thick and veiny, his foreskin barely concealing the head, which gleamed with pre-cum.

Everything about this situation left Ziggy hot to fucking trot.

He took a moment to enjoy the way Silas licked his lips, tempting him to fuck their plump redness.

He wants me.

Yes, I’m well aware, he answered, then receded, allowing his snake half to take control. His shift was fast, thanks to just how excited his snake side was.

“Fuck, you’re so big and beautiful.” Awe, that was all he got from Silas.

Charmed, he hissed, and his head moved towards the hem of the slacks, sneaking beneath to rub scales against flesh.

Smelling Silas using his tongue, it flicked repeatedly, storing Silas’ unique scent.

He was larger in his snake form, so could go no further up the trouser leg, otherwise he’d rip Silas’s clothes.

At Silas’ low moan of approval and an increase of pheromones, he slithered back to coil up between the spread legs. Silas’ whole body shuddered as they roamed up the outside of the trousered leg.

Ziggy could feel his animal’s disappointment that he couldn’t get to skin easily, so he could use his anal glands to gain their mate’s full attention—to entice.

Behave. Thoughts like that will freak Silas out, I’m sure.

My tongue wrapped around his cock when you were mostly human didn’t seem to bother him.

Yes, well, one step at a time and you seem to be forgetting something vital. We aren’t mates.

His snake half actually huffed at him. I want him.

He might never want to do this again, Ziggy tried reasoning. Despite the level of intimacy he’d shared with Silas already, he wasn’t diving into something that could go horribly wrong—for him.

Feel how his heart races. How his body relaxes as we move over him.

Ziggy didn’t want to because it would make this—whatever this was—harder to stop when Silas came to his senses, which he would at some point. He was probably just curious. Wasn’t he?

“Myfuckingchrist.” The groaned words made little sense as Silas finally released the chair to stroke his hands over the snake coiled in his lap. Another big body shudder followed his fingers tracing over the dry scales.

“So warm.” He came forward to look more closely at them, and they happily rose to meet him. Their tongue flicked out, catching Silas’ lips.

Stop that.

No.

Silas groaned and ran the tip of his tongue over where Ziggy had touched him. “Rough, yet not. And your weight against me… gods, it’s amazing,” he breathed out on a moan.

They slithered up around Silas’ neck and he moaned anew.

Little whimpers came as he rocked up against the snake, his cock hot and heavy against a coil, which his snake used to tease.

They tightened the coil until Silas released a throaty moan, head resting back on the snake as his body undulated in the chair.

Was he going to come like this? That would be a first for Ziggy’s snake, who became thrilled at the prospect of such freedom.

What if he freaks? Ziggy pushed to take control at the determination of his snake to make Silas fly.

Feel how his body responds to me, he wants this.

I don’t think this is a good idea…

“Yeah… yeah… oh fuck… please don’t stop,” Silas begged, shuddering so hard his snake actually rested its head on top of Silas’ like it was showing he wanted to mate. Their pheromones were so strong, Silas could never resist in his current state.

He doesn’t understand what you are doing!

Ziggy worked to wrestle back control too late as the scent of cum came with Silas thrusting up and crying out. His whole body tensed before he slumped, panting hard.

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me.” Six hours later, those words continued to haunt Ziggy.

He had decided that hiding out in the coffee room was the only way to avoid anyone asking him how he was getting on with his alpha.

The continued questions and his inability to lie to those he liked made avoidance his only option, and as it was nearly the end of the day, he didn’t have long to go.

He shoved a piece of chocolate brownie into his mouth to give himself something else to chew on because what he wanted to chew on was not on offer. They might have shared a moment in Silas’s office, but after…

He chewed faster and swallowed, tasting none of what he was eating. Instead, bitterness burned at the back of his throat as he recalled how fast Silas had eventually escaped the office, and avoided him ever since.

Ziggy had waited for the other shoe to drop. Basically, for Hollis, his boss, to come tell him he’d gotten reassigned, or worse, sacked after only a few weeks working for the company.

How would that look on my resume?

His snake side didn’t bother to answer him as he was still feeling fucking self-satisfied at what had happened.

After Ziggy had finally gotten control back, the other man was a furious red color and did not make eye contact with Ziggy as he dressed.

The scent of sex made what they’d done impossible to hide from.

When Ziggy had finished dressing, Silas had wordlessly left the room and not returned.

Ziggy knew this because he’d hung around for over an hour, unsure what to actually do.

He’d wanted to check in, make sure Silas was okay, but in the end he’d gone back to his own office and contacted Monica, Derick Starling’s PA before he retired.

She was the font of all knowledge in the company and had given him a list of all the manufacturers they dealt with so he could familiarize himself with them.

She hadn’t asked why he’d not requested them from Silas, and he was grateful for that.

“Did you eat the last slice of strawberry cheesecake?” Bowie, a sweet-faced guy who was no longer shy around Ziggy, bustled in and asked, his sad eyes going to the empty plate on the counter.

Ziggy shook his head, holding up what was left of the brownie.

“Then I bet it was Frey. He’s the one who can’t resist Monty’s cheesecake.” Bowie sighed and went to the sink with his empty mug. “I thought I’d take a slice home for after my dinner,” he continued as he rinsed and dried the mug, placing it back in the cupboard.

Every floor in the building had a coffee lounge, but the one on this floor had the best cake collection. The other PAs, Lennon, Monty, Frey, Hollis, Isley, Wilder, and Bowie all baked and took turns bringing it in to share. Ziggy couldn’t bake to save his life.

“Has anyone asked you to put your name down on the cake rota?” Bowie asked sweetly, his shy smile warm as he turned and leaned against the counter.

It was like he’d plucked the thought out of Ziggy’s head. He had already confessed he would not be able to match anyone’s skills in the kitchen. “I like you all too much to inflict my kitchen disasters on you.”

Bowie giggled, his big shoulders shaking. He was a highland cow, a non shifter, who had the build of his animal soul. And although he was all solid muscle, he was a total softie. He didn’t have a harmful bone in his body that Ziggy could tell. “I could help teach you, if you want?”

“I think I might be one of those gardeners with a black thumb, only in the kitchen instead.”

Bowie frowned, his soulful, chocolate brown eyes full of confusion. “Erm, I’m no good at gardening and baking with dirty hands is yuck.”

It took Ziggy a moment to process that statement, forgetting how literally Bowie interpreted what folks said. He swallowed a chuckle, keeping his amusement in check because he didn’t want to upset the sensitive man. “Nah, I just meant I’m not any good.”

“Oh, okay.” Bowie shrugged, not looking convinced. “But if you change your mind, you just have to ask.”

Monty strolled in carrying two mugs and glanced between them, grinning. “Change your mind about what?”

“Me teaching Ziggy to bake.”

Monty’s dark locks fell over one eye as his head whipped to Bowie. “Were you going to share your recipe for the fig and almond cake?” he demanded.

Bowie’s grin widened as he shook his head. “No, silly.”

Pointing a dirty mug at Bowie, Monty gave him a cheeky wink. “Right answer, or I might have to spank your bottom for holding out on me.”

A flush of red crept up Bowie’s neck, past the collar of his white button-down.

When the other man squirmed and looked at the ground, Ziggy got the impression Bowie wouldn’t have minded in the slightest getting his bottom spanked.

He filed that away for now, realizing Bowie wasn’t comfortable discussing such things.

“How’s it going with Silas? I’ve worked with him before. He’s a bit intense, but he’s always been decent to me. Now Rue? Fuck, that man could do with a personality transplant.”

Evade.

Evade.

Evade.

Ziggy’s brain screamed at him and he gave the two men a vague smile. “Hopefully Rue will chill. It’s gotta be hard to be forced back here when they all had lives elsewhere,” he said, evading the original question by making a show of checking his wristwatch.

“I better head back to my office to finish my list of jobs before Silas decides he wants a different PA.” On that, he skipped out of the coffee lounge before either man could reply. Ziggy didn’t breathe easy until he was safely behind the closed door of his office.

He leaned on it and stared at the office in front of him. Big, bright, airy and personalized with his belongings because Lane Starling, the co-founder and husband of Derick, wanted the PAs happy.

Would Lane want him making his son ‘happy’ in the workplace? He bet his last dime that was no, but Ziggy knew himself, and resisting was never something he was good at. Especially when his animal side wanted the same thing.

He groaned and thumped his head against the wood, eyes shutting.

What was he going to do? That same question had run through his mind all day, and still he had no definitive answer.

Because he was pretty sure that fucking the attraction out of his system wasn’t the solution?

He chewed on his lower lip, his eyes opening, filled with a light of determination. It could work. No strings, just sex. What alpha didn’t want that?