For a moment, she thought she’d miscalculated, that Fabian would want to return to the party, triumphant. It was what her father would have done. But Fabian wasn’t her daddy.
“Out.” Fabian spoke the word softly, but he might as well have shouted it, given the powerful echo behind it. The voice of an alpha, a man who wielded power, not by brute strength, not by fear, but by sheer charisma and intelligence.
His commanding aura had been sexy when she didn’t understand it with her memory loss and even sexier now because she knew he was a rare type of leader.
And an awesome lover.
In moments, the commotion had disappeared, leaving Fabian alone with her. About time. She shut the door and locked it. Click.
Turning around, she leaned against the heavy portal and stared at her man. My mate. The male who’d marked her as his own without ever asking permission.
“You know, with all that’s happened, there’s one thing you seem to have forgotten,” she said as she stalked toward him.
“What’s that?”
“You never technically asked me to marry you.”
He grimaced. “Ask? Why would I do that? You’re mine.” He smiled. “And you should know by now, if I see something I want, I take it.”
Some women might have found his words arrogant, perhaps even offensive. Vivienne, however, smiled. “That’s funny because that’s exactly how I deal with things. Why do you think my father’s business has been such a success? You are looking at the brains of the operation.”
“How come I never met you or heard of you then?”
“The men in the pride tend to take the credit and I prefer to stay out of the limelight.”
“That will change when you come to work with me.”
“What makes you think I want to work with you?” Vivienne asked with a coy smile.
“Because I want a partnership, vixen. I want us to form an unstoppable duo, both in the bedroom and out. Are you up for that?”
How could his words bring such heat to her body? If she’d not already loved him, she would have in that moment. “A partnership? I guess we could negotiate something.”
“Negotiate?”
“Minor details that we can hammer out later. In the meantime, I think we should celebrate. What do you say we seal the deal with a kiss?”
“Come here.” He patted the desk in front of him.
Giving orders again, was he? “I thought we were partners.”
“We are. But right now, I am asserting my husbandly rights.”
“We’re not married yet.”
“But we are mated, and your man is saying to get your sweet ass over here.” He didn’t say it with any real heat, and that was why she teased him by saying, “And if I don’t?”
In the blink of an eye he’d vaulted over his desk and stood before her, the wild shine of his primal side glowing in his eyes. The beast lurked, and so did passion.
Given her gown was too tight to have any real fun, she gave him her back and said in a husky voice, “Mind helping me out of this dress?”
“My pleasure.”
She couldn’t help but shiver as his fingers dragged the zipper down. The expensive evening gown pooled around her feet. Not that she cared. The air between them sizzled with erotic anticipation.
Fabian swept his desk, sending papers and pens as well as many other odds and ends flying. His unbridled desire for her was addictive.
She didn’t need prompting to lie back on the cold surface. She did, however, smile when he growled and fingered the garters holding up her sheer black stockings.
“If I’d have known you were wearing these, you would have never made it down the stairs.”
Reaching upward, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him down. “I was saving them for later. I had a fantasy of seeing my legs up around your shoulders while you fucked me.”
“Funny, I had a similar fantasy, especially when I saw you in those sexy heels,” he said with a smile as he rubbed the head of his cock against the moist fabric covering her sex.
“You do realize we’re made for each other,” she whispered against his lips before biting the lower one.
“Mates for life,” he agreed.
“I will not share,” she added.
“Good, because I’m a jealous man and the alligators in the nearby swamp can only handle so many bodies.”
She laughed. “I can see doing business with you will be interesting.”
“But awesome. Especially since your working with me, building my pack riches, will drive your father mad.”
“You say the sexiest things,” she purred. “But I’d prefer if you acted.”
Her legs hugged his waist, drawing him close. However, he didn’t give her what she wanted.
“Not so quick, vixen. Didn’t you just say you had a certain fantasy?” Arching a brow and giving her his most wicked grin—which never failed to warm her and arouse—he pulled out of her grip, only so he could push her legs high, high enough to rest on his shoulders.
It proved an erotic sight. Her thighs, clad in sheer hose, along with her new position opened her wide for him, made her vulnerable, but she trusted Fabian. Trusted him with not only her life but also her love.
“I will always,” he said, thrusting into her exposed sex, “give my mate”—slide out, slam back in—“what she wants.”
In. Out. In. Out. Hard and fast. His erotic onslaught had her gasping for breath and clawing at the smooth surface of his desk, but she couldn’t escape his fierce passion, nor did she want to. He pounded into her willing body, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. She hovered on the brink, panting for air. When his fingers found her clitoris and pinched it, he tossed her over the edge.
As her orgasm rushed over her in pleasurable waves, she couldn’t help but shout, “I love you!”
“Of course you do,” he grunted as he kept plunging his cock deep within.
She grabbed him by the hair and, human or not, growled against his lips, “Don’t you want to say something, too?”
“You are mine, vixen. Forever.” And as he came, the heat of his seed bathing her womb, he howled it for the world to hear. “I love you!”
And in the aftermath of their joining, they shared a chuckle as a large feline in the vicinity let out a mournful roar.
In all ways now, she was the alpha’s mate.