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plan. And whatever secret
you are hiding from me, you will release.”
    He turned her around
and walked her backwards towards his desk. The surface was already
clear- evidently he just used it as a place to prop his elbow when
talking.
    “ I am no low
ranking wolf for you to mate without permission.”
    “ I am Alpha. I am
Law. I do not ask permission to take what is mine.”
    He pulled her head
back, lowering his head so his teeth could graze the side of her
neck. What was she saying? That last statement was too close to the
truth for safety. Andraste needed to think. She needed to think, to
get away-
    “ Stop
it.”
    His arm tightened
around her and in a quick move he lifted her onto the desk, pushing
her onto her back, her legs dangling over the sides.
    “ What if I say
no?” she asked.
    Blue eyes clashed with
brown. “You won’t.”
    “ What if I say
no?”
    He snarled, a low sound
of frustration. “Are you saying no?”
    Andraste opened her
mouth and once again he claimed her lips in a kiss; this one
gentle, persuasive. A sweet seduction all the more insidious for
the illusion it gave that he would take no more than she was
willing to give. A pretty lie meant to gain her compliance.
    His hands cupped her
breasts through her shirt, bunching the cloth together and tore,
splitting cloth as if it were paper. He stared at dusky round
globes that half spilled out of her lacy lavender bra, moving with
her rapid breaths, enticing. When he moved to the waistband of her
pants, she said nothing, even as his stare challenged her to speak,
to deny him. Andraste did not want to deny him, this enemy Alpha.
Didn’t have the strength to fight herself any longer. She closed
her eyes as he peeled her stretchy jeans down her legs leaving her
in a bra and matching panties, bits of her leftover shirt dangling
from her sides.
    She almost reared up in
shock when he spread her thighs and she felt his moist tongue
between her legs, a thin barrier of panty separating his skin from
hers.
    “ Tell me no,” he
said, a masculine challenge, and ripped the panties away from
her.
    She reached down and
spread her lips for him, his tongue and teeth arrowing in on her
clit and lavishing it with ruthless attention. The throbbing
pleasure built, centering in the small area of flesh even as she
felt the gathering liquid lubricate her pussy, preparing for him to
take her.
    Rolf lifted his head,
face tight with held back need. He rose and shrugged out of the
leather jacket, tossing it on the floor. Then he leaned over her
and lifted her into his arms.
    “ I’m going to
take you from behind,” he said, setting her on her feet, then
releasing her. The move would have to be hers, her compliance
plain.
    Andraste dropped
to the floor on her hands and knees, settling onto the leather to
protect her skin, strangely moved that not only had he bothered to
think of her comfort- even if she did get scratched up, she would
heal in minutes, after all- but that he had given up the precious
club jacket for her. The Dalig Hund almost never took off their jackets in public, at least
not that she had observed over the years.
    A ll rational though fled as she heard
the metal tick of a zipper. Andraste looked over her shoulder at
him, saw him withdraw a cock so wide she didn’t think her hand
would fit around it. Silky gold skin, veined and jutting towards
her, the head smooth and beaded with a drop of pre-cum.
    Rolf’s fingers reached
between her legs and found her entrance, sliding into her slick
channel to test her readiness. His nostrils flared from the spicy
musk of aroused woman. When he withdrew his fingers, her juices
trembled on his skin even as a delicate shudder wracked her body
and her ass shook in demand. Rolf spread the cheeks of her ass and
positioned himself, then entered her in one thrust, sheathing
himself to the hilt.
    Andraste cried out from
his possession. She wasn’t a virgin, but the walls of her pussy
flexed to accommodate him. Never before