Page 35 of Laken's longing

Please.

No. I can feel how much he likes me holding on. His pulse rate has settled down, and every time I mark him with our scent, he makes this sweet little humming sound.

That’s him growling you fool, because you pissed him off.

I’m not a fool, you are.

This was growing tiresome.

Laken got up and strolled to the door, locking it with his free hand. He brought up the hand holding Isley until they were nearly nose to nose. “Now come on, you need to shift back.”

His animal vocalized with barks and chirps, to express his displeasure at such a request. Held as they were, they were close enough for his animal to reach out a foot and scent mark Laken’s lips again.

Squeaks of pleasure followed.

“I don’t understand,” Laken murmured softly, the tip of his tongue tracing where the foot had landed.

What are you playing at? He doesn’t understand what you are doing to him, stop it.

Isley pushed to shift and his animal pushed back.

I’ll never shift again if you keep this up, I swear I won’t!

He meant it, because this was going too far. Shifting to make a point was one thing, but to interfere with work was something different.

You stripped off during the workday,his animal huffed.

It was lunchtime and I’m entitled to a break. You’re the one not letting me get back to what pays the bills,Isley fired back in frustration.

He’ll never sack us. Especially now he’s ours.The utter confidence made Isley groan in distress.

His animal side was having the time of its life. He felt it and, as conflicted as he was, Isley knew it was the right thing to do to stop this ridiculousness.

A gentle finger ran over his furry ear, and Laken wore an unmistakable look of affection. “As cute as you are, I need Isley, please.”

The softness of Laken’s voice was something Isley was not used to, and nor was the rare smile he was giving him. Isley gawped in shock, but thankfully Laken couldn’t see that.

He felt his animal relinquish control, and Isley didn’t think twice before shifting.

“Oomph,” Laken gasped all fingers and thumbs over Isley’s bare ass, attempting to stop him falling to the floor in a heap.

Isley whimpered at the warm, calloused hands that gripped onto his ass. The brush of the material of Laken’s suit against his skin left him breathless and fighting his arousal. He worked to think of something gross but was hard pressed to when those shapely fingers dug in for a brief second, and then eased, before Laken scowled grumpily. The soft look disappeared along with the smile while Isley was dropped to the ground with more care than he expected.

Laken looked anywhere but at Isley, which he was grateful for when his cock thickened.

“Your clothes are under my desk,” he said stiffly, the stick well and truly wedged up his backside once again. “I’ll be back in five minutes. I expect you to be dressed and ready to work!”

Isley’s feeling of guilt fled out the window at the condescending tone. His hands went to his hips, and he gave Laken a piercing look, hating how his body was responding to Laken’s grumpiness. It was his cross to bear.

“Listen up, you and I will talk about last night, or you will find yourself with a‘tiny devil’hanging off you permanently. Understood?”

Laken met his stare with one full of annoyance, assessing whether Isley meant it. He did, so he made sure not to fidget. Being naked wasn’t the best way to negotiate because Isley had no clue what to do with his hands—or his wayward cock.

“Fine, but we are not doing it here. I’ll come by your place after work. It won’t be tonight as I have plans, so tomorrow. At least that will give you time to warnyour boyfriend to check he doesn’t mind.”

I knew it!

Isley kept his expression blank, which was pretty hard to do whilst naked. He took a second to get his amusement under control before shaking his head.