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Suddenly, there was that annoying, low chuckle that grinds my gears, forcing me to side-glance at Onyx who's standing there in a navy-blue suit with white tie ensemble. He was as calm as ever, even though I was fuming with anger and pointing a gun to his head.
He lifted his hand up until his large hand wrapped around the barrel, moving the gun away, which I allowed to fade away a second later. It didn't stop him from reaching for my hand, grasping it before he took another step and was suddenly in my personal space. As usual, we faced off against one another.
My eyes searched his, a single tear escaping my right eye. Those black orbs acknowledged the droplet of emotion, the silver rings around his irises growing until it was hard to determine who was in control of him: Onyx or his wolf.
As his hand that held mine squeezed firmly, the other cupped my soft flesh, stilling my head as his lips took mine. The kiss merely ignited that burning rage that begged to destroy this damn world. To bring down this empire that sick bastard made by sacrificing the blood of others.
My tension only gave Onyx the advantage to do more, his lips further moving against mine, begging for me to give him entry.
To give in to him.
I knew what he was doing. He always knew what the fuck he was doing, which pissed me off like no other. As a male, I respected the shit out of him. Looked at him with both pride and envy as I wanted to be five steps ahead of him in the areas where I lacked as a woman impersonating a male magically.
He knew how Mondays fucked with my mind. It was why my body was hurting like a bitch, especially my shoulder, which still experienced phantom pain after it was fucked up by that asshole when I was eleven.
I grunted against his lips, trying to push him away, but that was a stupid move that landed me against the bookshelf next to the large mirror, making me gasp.
That was his divine opening. His tongue darted into my mouth and left me moaning until I was unable to stop myself from intertwining my tongue with his and feeling him up. Another irritant were these damn suits that somehow managed to fit his bulky frame, turning me on so much that my cock was begging to get out of these tight dress pants and be sucked by him.
He could feel my arousal as he purposely ground against my groin with his own bulge until we were both panting. I couldn't afford to ruin my pants and he knew it. A grin formed on his lips and he kissed me hard, his hand unzipping the white pants and tucking right in until he pulled out my hard cock and began to stroke it firmly.
My groan was muffled by his mouth as I fought hard not to move my hips further while his hand his stroked me faster. My final grunt forced him to break the kiss, and I hissed and let out a long moan of relief - my release rushing through my body until I shot my release.
I was out of breath. I leaned against the bookshelf while my wild eyes looked into his calm ones. How could he be so fucking calm after that madness? I wondered if he'd jizzed in his pants, but then again, if he had, I'm sure he had an option A, B, and C to choose from.
He had a handkerchief in his grasp with a blink, wiping me off even though I'm sure he'd love to suck me clean if we weren't pressed for time.
My cock was back in my pants the next second and he moved away while he tucked the fabric in his pocket to clearly enjoy the scent of cum later.
Sick psycho.
"How was the coffee?" he inquired and walked over to my desk until he was sitting in one of the black velvet chairs with metallic pink legs.
Sliding my shaky hands along my clothes to ensure my outfit was at least smooth after our frisky moment of lust, I returned to my side of the desk before situating into my chair and lifting the empty cup to present my approval.
"Worthy enough to make me not kill you today," I concluded.
"What a blessing," he cheered.
"Why are you back?"
"Who said I came by?" he countered.
"You wouldn't let anyone else deliver me coffee," I noted.
"Observant, aren't we?" he teased and let out a sigh. "You free Wednesday?"
"No."
"Liar," he replied. "Checked your schedule. You're free."
"Your point?"
"Private club. Elites. Shifters from other hiding places," he cut to the point.
"You need a date."
"Essentially."
