"Can I help with anything?"

I massaged Tristan's tense shoulders as he read some emails on a laptop.

"Yes, you can. Just keep doing what you're doing. Feels good," he replied.

"You've been at it all day up here," I noted.

"Just making sure my guys have all their security duckies in a row. You know we just started that task force to keep the converted wolves in check," Tristan said.

"I know. You're working on that with Devin, right?"

He nodded. "It was a major investment, but we felt it was money well-spent in the long run."

"It was. We've gotta ensure our people's legacy. That means stopping those who want to make a bad name for us,” she said.

“Of course,” he said, frowning and looking down at the palm of his hands.

It almost looked as if he regretted something. I thought about not bringing up the underlying issue again, but I needed to know, so I asked him what I’d been holding off for the longest.

“You had him right there. You could’ve ended him, couldn’t you?”

There was a moment of silence, and then he curled his fingers into his palm. “I could have,” he said.

“But you didn’t.”

Tristan leaned back in the chair and I ran my hand down the back of his head, letting my fingers slide through his hair.

“After my father died—no—after I killed my father, I made a vow that I’d never bring an end to any blood relatives again.”

“Oh…” I breathed. It all made sense now. It made sense why he let his grandfather linger around so long despite him begging for peace—an end to the pain.

“Do you think I should break my vow given the circumstances?” he asked.

I kissed the top of his head. “It was a vow you never should’ve had to make. Don’t worry. Things will work out. You’re doing what you can to fix this. But honestly, I really don't want to talk about that tonight. Not about business or anything. Because you've been pulling these sixteen hour days and now I think you need a break." I leaned down and kissed him behind his ear.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You've been clocking me?"

"Kinda. It just feels that way. I want your fingers on me…not the keyboard," I told him.

He spun around in his chair, grabbed my waist, and brought me down to straddle him. "I'm all yours now."

I took his mouth, kissing him thoroughly and before I knew it, his hands had found their way up my dress. He lifted my chin with his hand and kissed the column of my neck, nipping me gently on my delicate skin. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and unzipped his fly while he worked his mouth over my flesh. When his cock was big and long in my grip, I rose from the chair and then descended on my hands and knees in front of him.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and leaned in until my mouth was on his tip. He groaned aloud and leaned back in his chair. It didn't take long before his fingers were tangled in my hair. I let him orchestrate some, moving my mouth up and down along his shaft. His body was relaxed now and when I heard sexy moans escaping his mouth, I knew he was satisfied. I glided my tongue up and down his rock-solid cock just the way he liked it. Soon, his balls grew taut against my fingers and the taste of salty pre-cum spilled out onto my tongue.

He tore his cock from my mouth and then lifted me upward. I was bent over the desk with the ends of my dress bunched at my waist when I felt his mouth on my pussy. His tongue drove into my pussy over and over again and sucked on my clit until my legs were trembling.

"Oh, Tristan…God, I'm gonna come."

When I was on the brink of coming, he stopped, lifted one of my legs on his desk and drove into my tight heat. He pulled out all the way to the tip and then thrust firmly until he was buried to the hilt. I screamed, unable to hold anything back. All the house staff should've left already, but I wasn't sure. I was certain they were getting tired of hearing me scream Tristan's name during daily session—sometimes three times daily—for the past six weeks.

He gripped my ass with his big meaty hands and spread my cheeks as he plundered me. I screamed when I felt his palm strike the thickest part of my ass.

"Is this what you wanted?" Tristan asked, speaking in that Slavic tongue that always sounded so sexy to me. "You didn't want me working on my business proposal. You wanted me working this tight pussy, didn't you?"

I nodded, grabbing on the edge of the desk trying to hold myself up as he fucked me from behind.

"Yes, of course, you did," he said, grabbing my long hair and pulling it so that my neck and back were arched.

As he held my ass, he slipped a single finger inside of my forbidden hole. I don't know what it was, but the sensation sent me straight into oblivion.

"You'll be ready one day for me to fuck you here," he whispered against my neck. "I can't wait to take you there. You'd like that? For me to take your ass just like I take this pussy and watch it jiggle around my cock as I fuck you hard. Like this…"

"Yes, Tristan."

"Maybe I'll do it during our mating ceremony. Make love to this plump fucking ass…"

He groaned and pumped harder into me. I thrust back, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, ready for my climax. I came undone, crying out in pleasure until my legs gave way. He joined me in climax. His body stiffened and his cock jerked inside of me until all of his seed was spent.

When he pulled me into the chair on top of him, I was grateful since my legs had turned to putty. I had gotten what I wanted tonight.

He breathed rapidly against my skin.

"Was that a good distraction for you?" I teased him.

He chuckled. "You're wicked."

"Yes, I am. Your wicked Queen."