Page 13 of His to Mate

“Just call me Ann. What’s your name?”

“Robin. Do you want anything else?” Ann could see she was frightened and decided it was time to back off. For now.

“That’s all, Robin, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” A tiny hint of a smile appeared, but then disappeared but Ann saw it before she turned away. It wasn’t hard to be nice, after all.

“Ladies, I have another appointment after this, so if we can start wrapping up the conversations, I’d appreciate it,” Ann called out as she headed towards the door. Another hint that it was time for them to get the fuck out. She didn’t want to be rude, but she could tell now that she had to be direct, or they’d ignore her.

Her head had started to pound, and she just wanted to be in Rager’s arms for a minute. She didn’t really have another appointment, she just wanted them to all go away. As if she’d conjured him, her mate appeared at her elbow and pulled her out of the room.

None of the women saw him, and none seemed to notice that she’d disappeared. They’d basically ignored her dismissal, too caught up in new ideas and the beginnings of plans to get up yet, so Ann let him pull her out of the room and down a dark hallway. It led to a storage area that was rarely used, so it was dark, quiet, and cool. His lips found hers as he pressed her gently against the wall.

She felt every inch of him pressed up against her, and still on the high of finally taking control, she pulled him tighter to her, kissed him with far more desperation than she normally did. She was so hungry for him. The sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue, the sensual feel of his hands as they roamed her body, all of it, and she didn’t protest for a moment when he lifted her against the wall, with her own red dress now around her hips, and tore her underwear away.

“You’re going to end up with sycophants, you know that, don’t you?” he purred into her ear as he pulled away just enough to undo his pants.

She wanted to reply but he slid into her before she could. All that came out was a moan, and then his mouth was on hers again and she didn’t care. All she knew was the feel of him, the ragged sound of his breath as he drove into her, and the way it felt to have him slide inside her.

It was quick, but oh so satisfying, the way he drove into her. Even the punishing clench of his fingers on her ass felt good, and she whispered his name against his lips. He pulled away, to kiss her just below her ear as her fingers started to clench on his shoulders.

She concentrated on the way he pressed into her clit as he thrust into her, on the exotic smell of his skin, and what it felt like to bite down into his neck as the first wave crashed over her. He grunted when her teeth nearly broke the skin, but he didn’t protest. He seemed to like it, and that was a new, heady thought to her. So much power in one single day.

And then he hit something inside of her, some spot that only he had ever touched, and the world became only them. His touch, his sound, his smell, his taste, and the sensations that came with each of them. There was only pleasure and the strangled sound of his own release.

When it was over, when she’d slid down the wall, patted the skirt of her dress back into place, and removed what was left of her underwear, she looked up into his face. He was so much taller than her that she had to crane her neck back to see him. His lips came down to rest on her forehead, and he breathed her name.

It had started as a dirty and very passionate escape, and now, for the first time, there was something… more. There was an intense look in his eyes when he pulled back, and she felt the echo of it in her own. “Rager?”

“I’m proud of you, Ann. You took control today, and you’ve started to lead the women in a new direction. You made me… proud.”

He looked as if he’d wanted to use another word, or to say something more, but he pulled away. She reached for him, but he moved to the side.

“I have to get back to work. You did really well. I’ll see you this evening.”

She watched as he walked away, and tried to get her hair back into the bun she’d tied it up in. He had started to care for her, she hoped, and if she’d made him proud, well, maybe she should trust him?

She went back to find that the women had all started to leave and she told them all goodbye, even the terrible Penelope. When she closed the door on the last one, she leaned back against it, a smile in place. It wasn’t the best thing to do, to insult a woman like Penelope, but she’d done it, and taken her rightful spot in the meeting. Luncheon, whatever. She pushed away from the door and strode up the stairs, ready for some music, and to make a few plans.