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All I know is that every day that goes by without claiming Madi, I go a little more mad.
I glance over at my lovely assistant. This is the first time I’ve even allowed my thinking to go this far. The first time I’ve truly examined the possibilities and ramifications of claiming her. It still seems impossible.
We step off the elevator, and I allow her to precede me. “In my office, please,” I murmur.
She darts a glance over her shoulder but obeys, walking ahead and waiting for me to unlock the door and remove my coat and suit jacket.
She shrugs off her coat, hangs it beside mine and waits. Somehow she knows to match me where I am. She’s not businesslike or flirty. She’s not her usual efficient self, zipping in to take care of my needs. She’s simply available.
Because she’s our mate, my wolf whispers. She knows what you need, even when you don’t.
I walk to my desk. My wolf is right, I don’t even know what I need now. It’s not the hot, aggressive fuck I’ve been demanding from Madison nearly every morning since Thanksgiving.
I just need her. I require her scent to calm me and soothe the rage I have on lockdown beneath my breastbone. I half-sit on my desk and reach for her, spinning her, so her back comes to my chest, my hand cradling the side of her face. I pull her hair to my nose and inhale deeply.
For a long moment, I don’t move. I just let her scent fill my nostrils, trying to find my way back to the alpha I’m supposed to be. The one who didn’t get screwed out of a large part of his fortune by his own mother. Who didn’t lose his father before he was ready to wear the crown.
The alpha who knows what to do next. About Madison. About the Adalwulfs. About my mother.
“Are we cuddling?” Madison does her usual deflection anytime things get too intimate.
I cover her mouth with my hand, so she can’t speak again. She doesn’t fight it. She loves the dominance. I know because the scent of her arousal hits my nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac.
I slide my hand down her belly, pulling up the skirt of her dress to get inside her panties. Keeping one hand firmly clamped over her mouth, I take my time exploring her soft folds. Her sweet honey soaks my fingers, and I spread it up through her pleats, coating her clit and making her hips writhe to meet my touch.
I curl two fingers inside her. The angle makes it impossible to get them deep, but I grind the heel of my palm over her clit as I fuck her. She moans and whimpers, licking the hand over her mouth, biting it, taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking it like she’s giving me a blowjob. I bring her easily to climax, but still don’t have that aggressive urge to bend her over and pound into her, the way I usually do.
But my wolf is right–she knows what I need.
When I release her, she turns and wraps her arms around my neck, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss my jaw, my neck. She’s usually the passive one. I’m the one who takes. Directs. Decides. But she’s the aggressor this time. She unbuttons my trousers as she propels me backward to sit in my chair. My dick is already hard from getting her off, so she frees it from the confines of my briefs and fists the base, pulling hard.
I lean back to enjoy, fascinated by our role reversal. By Madi working to please me. She kneels and takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the underside, teasing the cleft where head meets shaft.
My breath rasps in. Some of the heaviness around me moves. It doesn’t dispel, but it shifts around. I register pleasure along with the emotional shitstorm.
Madison works my cock in her mouth for a few minutes, getting me harder than stone, then she rises up, shimmies out of her panties and straddles my waist. “Is this okay?”
“Uh, no, Windows. It’s horrible,” I say drily. I fist my cock to hold it steady for her as she rises up and lowers her hips down over it. “I hate having my cock sucked and then ridden by my beautiful assistant.”
I slide my hands under her skirt and grip her bare ass with both hands, pulling her down and forward to take me fully. She’s wetter than a slip ‘n slide, gliding over me with mad purpose. She grinds her clit down on the base of my cock as I direct the movement, pulling her forward and back.
I watch her lovely face contort with pleasure, but even as her mouth opens and her nostrils flare, she’s studying me right back. I know what she must see–the darkness in me. The shadows and ghosts and pain. I still feel removed from it all. Going to that meeting meant putting my rage under lock and key, so I withdrew.
This brings me back. Being inside her. Having her scent wrap around me. Being near her. This must be the reason I asked her to come along today. On some level, I knew she was the only one who could keep me sane.
Remind me what’s important.
But the cost was way too high. Aiden knowing she’s my mate? It’s disastrous.
I push those thoughts away and surrender to the moment. Changing the direction and rhythm, I lift and lower Madison over me, making her tits bounce in the glorious window I love to hate.
I let out a groan. The sound excites her. She steadies herself with one hand on my shoulder and uses the other to squeeze her own breast. I watch in total fascination. It’s enough. Enough distraction from my thoughts to pull me into the moment.
“Come for me, Madi,” I murmur.
I used her preferred name again. It slips out in my moments of weakness, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to hold anything over her right now. There’s no power struggle today. I’m just a broken man with a wolf on the brink of madness.
She nods. “Yeah.” She’s breathless, tits bouncing in my face, her soft thighs galloping over my lap.
