need some goddamn space.”
Brandon nodded and signaled for security to move the crowd aside. Leaning in toward him, Brandonwhispered, “I’ve got someone up at the penthouse waiting to meet you. One of ours. Thought youlooked a little high strung tonight and could use a little relief.”
“Thanks.” Great. Nothing like having his beta pimp for him. But Brandon knew everyone in this town, including their own kind. Despite the fact he was alpha of the pack, he didn’t socialize with them that often. There were just too many of them and he was too damned busy.
But his beta was right. He needed a good fuck. It had been too long and the urge was hitting him on aregular basis. Too bad he couldn’t just do it the normal way and meet a woman first, get to know her,and then get physical.
There were definitely drawbacks to being a werewolf in a prominent position in politics.
After several handshakes and goodnights, Brandon turned to the crowd and said, “The Senator hassome phone calls to make. How about giving him a break and letting him through?”
Leave it to Brandon to give them a smile and a wink and flash the old baby blues. The single women inthe room naturally gravitated to Brandon and his California surfer boy good looks, surrounding him like abunch of ready-to-mate she-wolves. Grateful, Jason slipped through the crowds with the two guardsleading the way, breathing a sigh of relief when the elevator doors closed behind them.
When the doors opened, security stepped out, doing their usual search and destroy mission. Jason rolledhis eyes, wondering what they’d think if they knew he could kill them both in seconds with his barehands. He hardly needed their protection.
They motioned him out of the elevators and down the hall to his suite. Sitting in one of the chairs near thewindows was a beautiful vision. She stood and smiled as he approached and his heart stopped for onebrief second.
Beautiful women were in abundance at these events. But this one was striking. Chin-length sable hair,wide emerald-green eyes, and a curvy body that had his cock twitching to life like a divining rodsearching for water in the desert. She looked familiar, too. Maybe he’d seen her with the pack before,but just hadn’t noticed. Although how he could miss someone so stunning was incomprehensible. He’dhave to remember to thank Brandon.
Later.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” one of the guards said in a low warning voice.
“It’s okay,” Jason interrupted. “I was expecting her. She’s with me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything.
“Come on in.” He slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open, then dismissed the guards,
shutting the door behind them.
His eyes immediately adjusted to the lack of light, focusing on the woman’s silhouette. Her fragrancepermeated his senses—not perfume, but she must use some kind of strawberry-flavored body wash. That sweet smell coupled with her natural, musky scent took his cock from semi-rigid to “get me the fuckout of these pants now!” in an instant.
“Um, Senator, are you going to turn the lights on?” she asked, her voice low and gravelly. His balls
tightened.
“In a minute. Call me Jason.”
There was something different about this woman. Her scent, the way she stood rigid in front of him. Theshe-wolves of the pack were always primed and ready for fucking, especially by the alpha. Normally hewouldn’t get the door shut before one would be unzipping his pants and wrapping her lips around hisshaft. So far, this one hadn’t moved. Maybe she was new to the pack and uncertain about hisexpectations.
“If you’re afraid, don’t be. I don’t have any rules. However this goes is up to you and me.”
“I don’t think you—”
“Shhhh,” he whispered, stroking her bare shoulders and trailing his fingers down her arms. She shuddered, and the wolf in him wanted to howl at her response. He scented the beginnings of her
Brandon nodded and signaled for security to move the crowd aside. Leaning in toward him, Brandonwhispered, “I’ve got someone up at the penthouse waiting to meet you. One of ours. Thought youlooked a little high strung tonight and could use a little relief.”
“Thanks.” Great. Nothing like having his beta pimp for him. But Brandon knew everyone in this town, including their own kind. Despite the fact he was alpha of the pack, he didn’t socialize with them that often. There were just too many of them and he was too damned busy.
But his beta was right. He needed a good fuck. It had been too long and the urge was hitting him on aregular basis. Too bad he couldn’t just do it the normal way and meet a woman first, get to know her,and then get physical.
There were definitely drawbacks to being a werewolf in a prominent position in politics.
After several handshakes and goodnights, Brandon turned to the crowd and said, “The Senator hassome phone calls to make. How about giving him a break and letting him through?”
Leave it to Brandon to give them a smile and a wink and flash the old baby blues. The single women inthe room naturally gravitated to Brandon and his California surfer boy good looks, surrounding him like abunch of ready-to-mate she-wolves. Grateful, Jason slipped through the crowds with the two guardsleading the way, breathing a sigh of relief when the elevator doors closed behind them.
When the doors opened, security stepped out, doing their usual search and destroy mission. Jason rolledhis eyes, wondering what they’d think if they knew he could kill them both in seconds with his barehands. He hardly needed their protection.
They motioned him out of the elevators and down the hall to his suite. Sitting in one of the chairs near thewindows was a beautiful vision. She stood and smiled as he approached and his heart stopped for onebrief second.
Beautiful women were in abundance at these events. But this one was striking. Chin-length sable hair,wide emerald-green eyes, and a curvy body that had his cock twitching to life like a divining rodsearching for water in the desert. She looked familiar, too. Maybe he’d seen her with the pack before,but just hadn’t noticed. Although how he could miss someone so stunning was incomprehensible. He’dhave to remember to thank Brandon.
Later.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” one of the guards said in a low warning voice.
“It’s okay,” Jason interrupted. “I was expecting her. She’s with me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything.
“Come on in.” He slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open, then dismissed the guards,
shutting the door behind them.
His eyes immediately adjusted to the lack of light, focusing on the woman’s silhouette. Her fragrancepermeated his senses—not perfume, but she must use some kind of strawberry-flavored body wash. That sweet smell coupled with her natural, musky scent took his cock from semi-rigid to “get me the fuckout of these pants now!” in an instant.
“Um, Senator, are you going to turn the lights on?” she asked, her voice low and gravelly. His balls
tightened.
“In a minute. Call me Jason.”
There was something different about this woman. Her scent, the way she stood rigid in front of him. Theshe-wolves of the pack were always primed and ready for fucking, especially by the alpha. Normally hewouldn’t get the door shut before one would be unzipping his pants and wrapping her lips around hisshaft. So far, this one hadn’t moved. Maybe she was new to the pack and uncertain about hisexpectations.
“If you’re afraid, don’t be. I don’t have any rules. However this goes is up to you and me.”
“I don’t think you—”
“Shhhh,” he whispered, stroking her bare shoulders and trailing his fingers down her arms. She shuddered, and the wolf in him wanted to howl at her response. He scented the beginnings of her
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