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  Not many males were willing to provide a sperm sample for that particular test. Only Serena’s cousin, Quinn Goldwolf, had fit Joyce’s very specific criteria. He’d been going through a ticking of his biological clock at the time—ready to find a Mate and start his pack. Serena still suspected that Joyce had targeted Quinn and hacked into their system, coming here with the intent of being matched with Quinn. Ultimately, Joyce had kidnapped him and held him hostage. Her cousin refused to confide in anyone about the attack and wouldn’t seek therapy to deal with it.

  Serena couldn’t believe Quillen had committed such a heinous act as to set up some unsuspecting male with Joyce. Now she had to go over to the arrogant bastard and grovel. She crossed the room and stood before the hottest, most arrogant SOB she’d ever met. She swallowed, looking up into his black eyes and tried to speak.

  Nothing came out. She cleared her throat and began again. Her voice began rusty, as if she hadn’t just been yelling at the top of her lungs.

  “Mr. Blackwolf,” she cleared her throat, her voice coming more clearly, “I most heartily apologize for the damage done by one of my employees. I can assure you he will never darken our door again, no matter how much he pleads.”

  The man crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow at her. She wanted to smack him. It was hard enough to have to apologize, but his pleased arrogance was not helping matters.

  “What can we do to make amends?” She finally choked out. As soon as he smiled, she knew she should not have asked that question. His smile widened to a wolfish grin. No male should be that damn gorgeous or that arrogant.

  “There’s only one thing that will do. I want the Mate I should have been paired with when I walked through that door.” His deep voice made her cunt start to weep again.

  “Of course. I will have our best psych profiler provide you with the appropriate partner.” She swallowed down acid. “At no charge, of course.”

  “Serena!” Lea hissed.

  Serena turned to glare at her. “Do you have a better suggestion?”

  Lea studied the wolf then smiled her best feline smile at him because she knew she was the best profiler they had on staff. “No. I don’t.”

  Serena inhaled slowly and counted to ten so she wouldn’t be tempted to commit murder for the second time that day. Blackwolf was looking for a Mate, with a capital M, which meant he wanted pups. To get pups, he needed a she-wolf, not a she-cat. Lea would be out of luck. Of course, with her ample curves, Serena knew that she would as well. He might tumble her if she really was in heat, which she wasn’t, but she had far too much experience with this type of male to think she would appeal to him in any other way. She turned back to him and waited.

  “I don’t want just any Mate, Ms. Goldwolf.”

  Serena grimaced. “I am aware of that, Mr. Blackwolf. We will provide you exclusive service to find the proper female for you. Predator-Match.com has a guarantee of satisfaction.”

  His grin widened farther and he leaned toward her. “Good. Because I definitely want…satisfaction.”

  He all but purred in her ear and she could feel her juices start to seep onto her thighs. She realized in consternation that he still held her black silk panties in his right hand. He lifted them to his nose, inhaled and licked his lips. Serena whimpered before biting her lip to silence herself. He took a step closer.

  The warmth of his body radiated toward her, and suddenly, she experienced flashover. Her clothes felt uncomfortable. Her body felt fevered. Damn it to hell…he was right. She was on the brink of heat. This couldn’t be right. She was painfully regular and she knew she wasn’t due for at least a week. Yet this heat was coming…setting her on fire. And it would be a heat more intense than any she’d ever experienced before.

  The only other time in her entire life she had felt anything like this was when she’d come into heat the very first time, just shortly after her eighteenth birthday. An unrelated alpha in her pack had initiated her and it had been the most amazing sex she’d ever had. She just knew that if Damien Blackwolf mounted her while she was in heat, it would make her first experience pale in comparison.

  “I’m sure we can satisfy your needs. My partner Lea Redcat will assist you, she’s the best we have.” Serena turned to walk away from him, hoping to preserve her sanity but froze when he caught her arm. He closed the distance between them and she could feel the burn of him against her back. Oh God, she wanted to bend over so he could mount her. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to do it.

  “I don’t need a profiler to find me a Mate. I managed that on my own. I’m just surprised someone on your staff didn’t figure it out immediately.”

  Serena stiffened. Who? Who was he talking about? She looked at the other females panting for him and wondered which of them he wanted. She turned and looked up into his dark eyes. “Who did you have in mind?”

  “You.”

  “Me?” She blinked in complete shock and turned completely around to face him.

  He nodded. “I want you.”

  “You want me for your mate.”

  “No, I want you for my Mate.”

  Serena’s lips dropped open, forming an O. He lifted his left hand, the one not holding her panties, and with his forefinger, gently closed her mouth. He cupped her cheek and lightly began to caress her lips with the tip of his thumb. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her nipples tightened under her jacket. If he kept that up for long, she was going to come—just from having her lips stroked. She moaned softly.

  “I want you, Serena Goldwolf. I require the best. I won’t settle for second rate.”

  Serena’s eyes popped open and she frowned, growling when he put her panties in his pocket. “I’m not trophy-bitch material.”

  “If I wanted a trophy bitch, I wouldn’t have come here to look for a proper Mate. I can get that kind of female companionship any day of the week.”

  She just bet he could, the conceited wolf. Serena wished he would quit rubbing her lips. She couldn’t think when he did that. She tried to step back but he followed. He slid an arm around her and pulled her tight against him. Her hands came up to settle on his chest. She looked back into his fathomless eyes and saw determination there. He was certain, that much she could tell. Damn.

  “I’m not in the dating pool of this service, Mr. Blackwolf.”

  He frowned. “Why? Are you already Mated? If so, I don’t think much of how he cares for you. No bitch of mine would be running around in public without protection this close to her heat cycle.”

  Serena growled. “I’m not Mated and I’m not in heat.” She was lying through her teeth…at least about the heat part. But it was the principle of the thing, “Even if I were, I would never let some patronizing male dictate where I could go and when I could go. No way!”

  He caught her hair in his hand and gave her head a gentle shake while he stared into her eyes. “My bitch doesn’t go running around unprotected when she is close to heat. Learn it. Know it. Live it.”

  “I’ll make sure I tell any female who we propose to pair you with about your ‘requirements’ for her behavior,” Serena taunted. How dare he suggest she had to get permission to go somewhere?

  “The only female to tell is you. You are my bitch, Serena. Get used to it.”

  She snarled at him and brought her knee up. He turned just enough not to get nailed, but she caught his thigh…hard. “I’m not your bitch, Damien. I belong to me. I will not let anyone dictate to me. Ever.”

  “Serena, you are being unreasonable and you know it. If a group of males caught you when you went into heat, they’d mount you no matter how you felt about it and you’d let them just to get relief. It is a matter of protection for a female, not domination.”

  “Bullshit. You’d want to make sure any pup I had was yours. It’s all about domination.”

  His eyes flashed. Before she could think twice about challenging him, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Let me show you domination, sweetheart. Mayb
e then you’ll have something to compare it with.”

  “Put me down!”

  He headed for the door and she began to struggle. He slapped her ass…hard. She winced but moaned at the same time. His slap had turned her on even more than she was. He went through the entrance door and she looked into the room before the door closed behind them. She would have laughed at the various expressions on the faces of the staff if he hadn’t put one of his hands under her skirt just then and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt. She gasped in shock and clamped down on the invading fingers.

  “Stop! For God’s sake, Damien. Stop!” She moaned and wiggled as he pushed his fingers deeper, despite her inner muscles fighting the penetration.

  “You pushed me as far as I’ll go, Serena.”

  He stopped walking, but his thumb found her clit and stroked it. She whimpered. She heard elevator doors open. He walked in and turned around to face the front. She looked to her left and saw a young red-haired male standing there staring at her. She knew him—Sumner Redwolf. He was an intern for the law firm on the top floor of the building. They’d made a name for themselves taking huge cases. What was the name of that place?

  Just then Damien slid the two fingers out and reinserted three. She closed her eyes and almost passed out. Oh God. She was going to come in front of this guy. She was so close she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. She arched her back and spread her thighs a bit. Damien took full advantage and began a steady in-and-out stroke with his fingers while his thumb circled her quivering clit. She bit back a moan. Her hands clasped fistfuls of his jacket while she pressed her face into his back.

  She opened like a flower and took his fingers in greedily. She didn’t care who saw her come right now. Damien could fuck her in the lobby of the building and she wouldn’t care. Her skin was on fire and she began to thrust back onto his fingers. She shuddered under the onslaught. When his thumbnail grazed her clit, she mewled, bucked, arched her back and came hard. She could feel her cunt juice leak out of her body and coat her thighs. Her cunt muscles clamped down on his hand as he stabbed his fingers in and out of her. Still, she kept on coming. Her belly muscles quaked. Her nipples were so tight they hurt especially with the silk of her bra rubbing them. Even silk was too rough on them just now.

  Serena expected her body to ease off, but it didn’t happen. He’d quit playing with her but she came again, just because his fingers still filled her. She sobbed and tried to stop yet another orgasm from raking her body. She couldn’t.

  The doors to the elevator opened, but Damien didn’t move. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Sumner’s dazed eyes. He was licking his lips and looked shell-shocked, but it was nothing compared with how she felt at the moment. She was still right on the edge of another climax. All it would take was for Damien to move a single finger and she’d come again. She was thankful when he didn’t. She’d never felt anything this intense in her entire life.

  “I think you were getting out here, weren’t you, Sumner?” Damien asked the young wolf, which caused Serena to start panting. Just the vibration of his chest when he spoke put her over the edge again. She jerked in his arms and shuddered in yet another orgasm.

  Sumner blinked as if he were awakening from a dream. Then he looked at Damien. “Oh. Yes sir. Sorry. I was…distracted.”

  “So was I.” She heard the laughter in Damien’s voice, growled and hit him right sharply between the shoulder blades. He stabbed his fingers into her pussy, which effectively shut her up. She quaked helplessly on his shoulder.

  Sumner stumbled out of the elevator and Damien followed him. “Where are we going?” She turned to look forward over her shoulder.

  “Someplace private to finish our conversation.” He kept walking down the hall, following the young wolf. Sumner kept looking over his shoulder at them and tripping over his feet.

  “We aren’t talking.”

  “No. We aren’t.” The finality of his tone made her tense, despite his continued stroking of her clit. That definitely didn’t sound good.

  The man opened the door and held it for Damien. As they entered the office, Serena caught the sign—Blackwolf, Goldbear and Whitehawk, Attorneys at Law. She closed her eyes.

  “Oh shit.”

  He was one of the partners in that fancy-ass law firm on the top floor. Her ass was grass. No wonder he wore a power suit. This firm was the terror of the District Attorney’s office, corporate polluters and anyone with a contract to negotiate. These guys were sharks. Or to be more accurate, they were shapeshifters. She was doomed.

  “Oh shit is right, sweetheart.” He growled as he carried her down the hall to one of the offices.

  Chapter Four

  Damien took a deep breath as he continued down the hall then wished he hadn’t. She smelled so fucking good. He forced himself to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other because he was starting to lose control. He needed to mount her…soon.

  If he’d had any doubt that she was “The One”, they’d been dispelled by the scent rolling off her as she came. Once he’d gotten her onto his shoulder, her perfume had enveloped him. He’d known it and he’d been waiting to find it for all of his life. She was his True Mate—the other half of his soul—and he had no intention of letting her get away from him.

  But right now he needed to fuck her so bad, he ached. His cock was as hard as steel and he didn’t care who saw it.

  “Damien!” He turned to the right to look into Kenyon Whitehawk’s office. Both of his partners were in there.

  “We have an appointment with…a client in ten minutes.” Chase Goldbear reminded him.

  “I won’t be there. I’ll be otherwise engaged for the next several hours.”

  “Several hours?” Serena squawked from his shoulder. He pressed into her tight pussy and found her G-spot. When he massaged it, she tried to get away from him. “No. Damien, stop it. Please!” He paused and she subsided.

  He met Chase’s and Kenyon’s eyes and he saw lust in both men. He bared his teeth in a silent snarl. She was his bitch, damn it, and he didn’t share. His partners exchanged a disappointed look and shrugged.

  “We’ll take the meeting. Let us know when you are available again,” Chase told him. Damien nodded before turning and heading for his office.

  Just before he got out of earshot, he heard Kenyon say, “Damn good thing he went to the expense of installing soundproofing in here. Those two will be howling in no time.” Damien grinned, especially when he felt Serena tense. She was due for a serious lesson in submission to her Mate, and he was just the wolf to give it to her.

  He walked past his assistant. “I’ll be unavailable until further notice, Rosalie. You can leave early today if you want.”

  He entered his office, closed the door and locked it. He crossed to his desk. He pulled his fingers out of Serena and she came. He eased her off his shoulder and on to her feet. She was unsteady so he kept an arm around her waist. He licked his sticky fingers. Damn but it was good…as addictive as licking honey. Finally, she looked up at him. Her face was red and her eyes filled with fire, but he didn’t intend to let her get her balance.

  He took a step back and she almost fell. She caught herself on his desk. “Damn you, Damien, how could you publicly humiliate me like that?”

  “Strip,” he ordered, as though he hadn’t heard a word.

  She blinked. “What?”

  “I said… Strip.”

  “I am not going to bow and scrape like some omega!” Her voice was rising.

  “I’m holding on by a thread, Serena. Either strip or I’ll rip off every stitch of clothing you are wearing. Don’t think I won’t do it.” He pulled the ripped panties out of his pocket as proof. She swallowed hard and licked her lips nervously. Good. It was about time she realized that he was an Alpha.

  She might be nervous, but she was also aroused. Her scent grew stronger when he dominated her. He restrained a smile. They really were made for each other. They would be partners
in life, but he’d be dominant in their bedroom. She reached for her skirt, intent on getting her clothes off.

  “No, sweetheart. Do it right.” He walked around the desk and sat down in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk insolently, twirling her panties on his finger. He could see her temper flare so Damien smiled, tossing her panties on the floor.

  “What the hell do you mean, do it right?” Her voice dropped to a whisper of outrage, so he smiled. Her temper edged up another notch.

  “I mean strip for me. Tease me. Make me hot.”

  “This is ridiculous. I am out of here.” Serena turned and headed for the door.

  “Take one more step, my sweet bitch, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.” She whipped around, confused and angry. He softened his voice…just a little. “Come here, Serena, and strip for me. Strip like you mean it.”

  “I’d really rather not.”

  Her voice was subdued and color suffused her cheeks. He began to get an inkling of the problem. Serena was shy about him seeing her nude. Damien wanted to howl with frustration. She was the sexiest female he’d ever met and she didn’t seem to realize it. He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes.

  He opened his jacket and made his rather large hard-on obvious to her. He ran his hand lightly over the place where he tented his trousers. “Do you think I get this hard for just any female?” Her eyes fastened on his cock and he smiled lazily at her. Oh yeah. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her and driving her insane.

  “Frankly, yes. You are a male wolf, Damien. If a female goes into heat, you’re right there.”

  He shook his head. “Not like this. I want to bury myself in you and not come out for days. I want to take you again and again. I want you to beg me not to stop…then I want you to beg me to stop. Then I want you to just beg and not even know what the hell you’re begging for.”