Chapter 324. An Office Romance V

Chapter 324: 324. An Office Romance V

Maisie

I swallowed, heart pounding an unsteady beat as Soren pulled my chair so close, I was almost on his thigh. In fact, the only reason I wasn’t there yet was the hand I shoved between us to keep myself from tipping forward.

Everyone was staring now. And those who weren’t were trying very hard not to.

I looked up into his violet eyes, panting. My heart had picked up an unhealthy beat. "S-soren," I whispered breathlessly.

"Yes, love?"

"What are you doing?"

His hand shifted from the armrest to my bare thigh, scorching hot as it settled there. His thumb pressed the inside of my knee once and I felt the light stroke somewhere higher.

"Getting comfortable," he murmured.

My mouth went dry. I licked my lips and made the mistake of breathing him in.

His scent hit the back of my throat. Clean, dark, male and ready. It sent a hot, liquid rush to my groin, and an aching throb slowly began where my panties clung.

That swiftly, a switch inside me flipped and I was swollen and so damned sensitive.

God, he smelled that good. Good enough to eat.

I pressed my thighs together and it only made it worse, a soft obscene glide that I prayed to the Goddess no one else could hear. Or smell. It would be a few seconds before the wolves did. Jericho probably could.

Soren’s brow arched, clearly amused. He could always read me. He leaned back toward Derek, who had started talking again just to fill the silence, but his hand stayed on my thigh.

If Soren noticed the dark possession filling Jericho’s gaze latched on his from across the room, he didn’t show it. He seemed wholly oblivious to the storm gathering in those amber eyes.

Or maybe he did know. And he was doing this on purpose. Like scoring points over a bet.

Bastard.

Why did I have to go mark all three of them and expect that this animosity wouldn’t happen?

I bet my Lycan knew it would and had wanted it to.

Witch, I growled at her.

Brat, she growled right back, then lost her train of thought and began muttering something about chocolate dips.

Just great.

I tried to lean away from Soren, sensing that maybe Jericho really wasn’t liking this, especially when his knuckles went white and the table let out a little crack, but Soren’s fingers dug into the flesh of my thigh, holding me in place.

"You never did answer my question earlier."

Soren’s voice was low and smooth like gray silk. And it took me a moment to realize it came from far, far away, like my subconscious had picked it up like a thought thrown against my mental walls.

I started at the possibility that he was speaking into my head. He hadn’t even marked me yet!

His fingers slid higher, teasing my skirt up under the table. Cool air hit the wet between my legs and I swallowed a whimper. "Did you wear this for him?"

My breasts swelled with instant need.

I didn’t have to respond, but I hated how easily he was getting to me, that too in public, and I thought I could play on his jealousy to get back at him too.

"Yes," I answered, voice high-pitched and husky.

Then cursed myself when I realized I’d spoken out loud.

My face flamed as I wished the ground would open up and take me. "Yes," I said again, clearing my throat for everyone’s benefit. "It’s, uh, a good show of faith, like Jared says..."

I had no clue what the hell I was saying as Soren’s hand ran higher, an inch from my increasingly soaked panties. Thankfully, Jared picked up on the conversation again as Soren’s voice returned, distant over the wall of unbound between us.

"If I touched you here, would you come for me like you would have last night if he fucked you in your dorm room?"

Oh Goddess, I thought as my skin prickled at his vile tongue. My breasts strained against my bra, nipples hard and aching, and my insides clenched as he tapped the corner of my thigh an inch away from my panties.

The glass of water in Jericho’s grasp cracked, snapping my gaze to him, and I tried not to scramble when I noticed the glitching in his eyes.

Black. Amber. Dark brown. Pitch black.

Red spots appeared on his cheeks. Hell, yeah, he was pissed.

But a dark chuckle ran along my subconscious from Soren as he added, "Would you come for me in front of this men? In front of your apparent favourite?"

That solidified the thought that he was indeed, doing this for some masculine need to prove he was first and would always be first.

And damn me, it was working too well.

It had to be because I was still vulnerable from earlier with Mercer. I was still hurt. I needed to be touched, held, loved. It definitely was not because I was so touch starved, I was entertaining the thought of being bent over this table.

I exhaled harshly, snapping my thighs shut with his hand between, stopping his advance. The pressure made me dizzy. I was throbbing. Empty. Scared. Sad. Angry, and my response pinged off my mind, conveying my conflicting feelings. "I’m not a voyeur, you stinking asshole."

Soren looked at me then.

The violet in his eyes were turning black as he sniffed my arousal on the cold air. He smiled coyly. "You’re whatever I say you are."

He nudged my thigh apart, and I snatched his wrist, before he could find just how sickly turned on I was by this. "We’re in a meeting. Please behave," I said, hoping it would snap him out of it.

But his other hand circled my wrist, and my breath hitched when his thumb stroked the pulse in my wrist. "Would you be more receptive to my affections if we weren’t?" he said aloud, startling everyone.

"Excuse me?"

His grin grew fanged, and without taking his eyes off me, his aura stretched over the room, snatching up all the air as he ordered, "Everybody out."