Page 51 of Pistols & Peonies

She bristles, then recovers just as fast, leaning back in her chair and flipping her hair over one shoulder. “It’s none of your concern, Commander. I’m not breaking any pack rules.”

“No,” I murmur. “You’re not. Because as of today, you’re quitting. I got you a job in admin on the third floor. You report first thing tomorrow morning.”

For a second, she just stares at me. Then her mouth drops open, shock snapping quickly into seething rage. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I say, tone clipped. “You’ll be doing secretarial work from eight to four, Monday through Friday. No side gigs, no disappearing at midnight or coming home at two in the morning bloody and bruised. Understood?”

She laughs– loud, sharp, and utterly unimpressed. “You think you can just assign me a job and I’ll smile and agree?”

“Of course,” I deadpan.

“Then you haven’t been paying attention.”

“You’ll do as you’re told, mate,” I grit out.

She cocks her head, gaze narrowing. “Or what? Are you threatening me, Commander?”

“Just stating facts,” I growl. “This isn’t up for debate.”

She pushes up from the chair and rounds the desk in three sharp strides, stopping far too close. “You know what, Kane?” she scoffs, eyes glacial. “Fuck you. I don’t want your job, your money, or your stupid orders. I’m not some rookie enforcer you can push around.”

My wolf surges as I rise to my feet, the space between us evaporating. “Don’t make me bend you over this desk, mate,” I warn, voice rough.

She leans in anyway, blue eyes blazing with defiance, breath warm against my jaw. “Try it,” she bites out. “I dare you.”

I move before the thought even finishes forming, catching her by the wrist and spinning her toward the desk. Her breath stutters as I bend her over the polished wood, pinning her hips with a firm hand on the small of her back. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t resist– just looks up at me over her shoulder, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

It’s an invitation if I’ve ever seen one.

The scent of her arousal spikes in the air between us, suffocating my self-restraint. In one fluid motion, I shove her shorts and panties down to her knees, exposing her bare ass. My hand comes down hard on her supple skin, the sound echoing off the walls like a gunshot.

She gasps, the sound half pain, half ecstasy.

“Is this what you want?” I growl, palm smoothing over her blushing skin.

She shivers, back arching. “Yes, Daddy.”

Those words sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock, slicing through my last thread of control. My hand comes down again, this time on her other ass cheek, harder than before. She moans, collapsing forward onto the desk, her breath fogging against the wood.

Fuck.

She’s perfect.

Pliant and responsive, needy and panting.

I can’t take it– I drop to my knees behind her, running my hands up the backs of her thighs, tracing the patterns of ink until my fingers dig into her hips. Her scent is wild, intoxicating, downright irresistible.

I need to taste it.

I lean in, dragging my tongue up the crease of her thigh. She whines, knees buckling when I reach the apex, and I lick into her like a man starved.

“Oh fuck!” she cries out, hips grinding against the desk.

I don’t let up, the taste of her sliding over my tongue like forbidden fruit, a satisfied groan rumbling in my chest. She’s fucking delicious– both sweet and tart, rich and decadent. I feast on her like it’s the last thing I’ll do, my tongue a relentless, swirling demand against her clit. The more she unravels, the more I take, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure as they echo off the walls of my office.

She instinctively tries to squirm away, but my grip is an iron brand on her hips, pinning her in place so I can continue devouring her. I seal my lips over her cit and suck hard, her body going rigid before she shatters with a ragged scream. A violent tremor wracks her frame, and she comes hard before collapsing onto the desk in a boneless, breathless heap.

I rise slowly, swiping the back of a hand across my mouth as I watch her for a beat, admiring the mess I’ve made. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Sweat glistens on her skin as she lies there slack and sated, blissed out of her damn mind, my handprints branded on her ass cheeks.