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  Serena shivered and licked her lips but still she shook her head. “AMS.”

  “AMS?”

  “Alpha Male Syndrome.”

  Damien groaned. “Fuck this shit. Just strip for me and we can have this argument later.”

  “I am not going to strip…”

  “If I have to walk over there, Serena…”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll regret it. Yada, yada, yada.”

  “That’s it.” He snarled, his wolf breaking free of restraint.

  He was out of his chair, grabbing her almost before she finished saying the last yada. Damien ripped her jacket open, pulled it off and threw it across the room. He tore her skirt down one seam and tossed it too, enjoying a thorough perusal of her exquisite form. Serena had magnificent full breasts rising from her half-cup bra, which left her pink nipples just barely exposed. Her pussy was covered with a golden down and she wore a garter belt, sheer black stockings and black stiletto heels. She was sex on wheels. He could definitely work with this wardrobe. He swept his desk clear with his arm and picked her up before she could start to fight, and then he laid her down on the desk.

  “Don’t move from that spot, Serena.” Damien warned while staring into her eyes intently. He walked over to the two windows and grabbed the tiebacks from both sets of curtains, returning to the desk, he looked down at where he’d left her. She did have a sense of self-preservation. She hadn’t moved.

  “What are you going to do with those?” Her voice quavered. He might have thought she was scared if he hadn’t been able to catch the scent of her musky arousal growing stronger. She was turned-on and getting hotter.

  “Exactly what you think I am.” He tied first one then the other of her ankles to his desk then did the same to both her hands. Serena was spread-eagle on top of the shiny wood and ready for more. She looked like a sacrifice to the gods. It was a good look for her. “I think it’s time to play, don’t you?”

  “Damien, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Don’t you remember what I told you in the office, Serena? I’m going to make you beg. If I like what I hear, maybe I’ll even let you come.” Her hips jerked in response, which made his erection throb.

  “Damien! Don’t make me wait. Fuck me now!”

  He leaned down between her spread thighs, opened his mouth slightly and breathed through both his mouth and nose. His keen senses told him all he needed to know. Serena was fully in heat and ready to be mounted. Damien met her wide, dazed eyes. Her face was flushed and the color was spreading to the rise of her breasts. He could feel fire rising from her skin.

  “I don’t respond to demands, sugar. Beg me nice, and I might consider it.”

  “I don’t beg!” she shouted while she tried to pull loose from the restraints.

  He smiled at her attempts and shook his head. “Did you think I wasn’t really tying you down? Of course I was. It’s time for you to learn to submit to your Mate, and I look forward to your instruction.”

  Serena tugged on the ties and shrieked in rage. Damien reached between her thighs and carefully parted her cunt lips. Her juices were pungent and plentiful. She shivered as he slid his thumbs lightly up and down her swollen labia. Her cunt lips pouted, begging for his touch. He stroked her, barely grazing skin. Enough to arouse, but not enough to satisfy. She began to whimper in frustration. This was good and would only get better.

  Chapter Five

  When she got her hands on him, she was going to kill him. How dare that bastard taunt and tease her like this? She was on the edge of an orgasm even more intense than the ones in the elevator, but he wasn’t giving her enough to get there. Serena lifted her hips to try to get closer, but every time she rose up, he pulled away. If she stayed still, he petted her, but not enough to get off. She watched him lean forward and wet his lips. Serena moaned and closed her eyes. Oh God, what she’d give to have that tongue on her.

  “You’re my bitch, aren’t you, Serena?”

  She almost nodded but stopped and opened her eyes. He was trying to trick her. “I’m not your bitch, Damien.”

  “Yes, you are.” His growl caused her juices to slip out of her already sopping cunt.

  “No!”

  “Yes, and until you admit it to both of us, you aren’t going to get any relief.”

  Serena looked at him in horror. She was in heat. Her body was on fire and she needed release. Her arousal actually hurt, it was so intense. He wouldn’t use it against her…would he? A light stroke over her clit told her that he would.

  A dog or a wolf had a heat cycle, and if they weren’t mounted, they would pass out of heat. A female shapeshifter was different—she stayed in heat until she had an orgasm while she was being mounted by a male. How long did he intend to torment her? She glared at him and read his expression. Serious. Intent. Damien wasn’t kidding. He’d keep her wound up until she gave him whatever he wanted.

  “You can’t do that to me!”

  “I don’t want to, but I can. And I will, Serena. Bow to the inevitable. You belong to me, and you know it.”

  “No! Damn you. No!”

  “Then get prepared for a very, very long heat cycle, sweetheart.”

  “I won’t be blackmailed.”

  Damien looked saddened for a moment then he dropped a light kiss on her hip bone. “It isn’t blackmail if it’s the truth. You know it. You just don’t want to admit it.”

  Serena closed her eyes. He could not be right. Damien couldn’t be her Mate…not her True Mate. Could he?

  She felt his finger caress her swollen clit. The touch was so light that it tantalized rather that fulfilled. She shivered and opened her eyes. She met the dark-brown depths. His intent was clear and he wouldn’t be moved, but she was damned if she’d just cave in. His fingers delicately parted her swollen folds so she was spread open to his gaze. Serena felt exposed in a way she’d never experienced before and it excited her intensely. She couldn’t cover herself or hide her desire in any way. She was bare to him, literally and figuratively.

  Damien leaned in and lightly began to nibble at her cunt lips as if she were a fine delicacy. She mewled helplessly and tossed her head. Her hips bucked. He lifted his head but continued to stimulate her with his forefinger.

  “Who do you belong to, Serena?”

  She shook her head.

  “Are you my bitch?”

  “No!”

  He flicked his tongue lightly against the underside of her clit and she moaned. “Are you mine, Serena?”

  She continued to shake her head, and he continued to torment her. Over and over, he brought her to the brink of release, always leaving her on the edge. She felt like an overwound wire but, God, it felt good. She wanted more. She wanted to come, but she also wanted him to ratchet up the tension until she couldn’t take any more.

  “Oh God, Damien. Please…”

  “Please what, Serena?”

  She tensed when she felt his two fingers at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to spread her thighs wider to encourage him, but she didn’t have enough play in the ties he’d used. She was completely at his mercy, and he had none. She sighed when his lips grazed her nipple through the black lace of her bra. She opened her eyes and met his. He flicked her rigid nipple with his tongue.

  “Damien…” she whispered.

  “Who do you belong to, Serena. Just admit it and I’ll mount you the way you long to be taken.”

  She shook her head. Damien slipped two fingers just inside her cunt. She sighed.

  “Are you my bitch, Serena?” he asked gently, his fingers inching into her tight, wet slit.

  “I can’t!” Her cry seemed ripped from her. She wanted him and she didn’t. She couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.

  “Yes, you can.” He caught the edge of her bra with his teeth and tugged the fabric off first one breast then the other, leaving them framed in black silk, and groaned. “You’re so incredibly sexy.” His voice was husky, and she could see a flush rising in his chee
ks. Serena wasn’t the only one who was aroused, thank God.

  “Fuck me, Damien. You know you want to. Lower your zipper and plunge your cock deep inside my wet pussy,” she whispered to him. If Damien could taunt her, she could return the favor. He growled at her, obviously wanting to shut her up. Serena clenched her pussy muscles on his searching fingers. They felt so good buried inside her. “Imagine that’s your cock, Damien. Imagine my muscles milking it. Clasping around it.”

  Serena demonstrated by tightening again. His eyes closed and he tensed. His hips started to dry hump the air. He was so close to losing control and just taking her, she only had to find the right button to press and he would. She leaned her head forward and licked a drop of sweat from his temple. Damien grunted and his fingers pressed down inside her. She sighed and lifted her hips. He smelled incredible, and the taste was even better. Serena wanted to lick that stunning body from top to bottom, and then do an extended, scenic tour of the very impressive landmarks.

  He abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back. She roared at him, and a slow smile spread on his face. “Oh no, sweetheart. You won’t catch me that easy. But it was a damn good try.”

  He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it to the floor. Then he loosened his tie but left it draped around his neck. Damien began to give her a lesson in how to “strip like you really mean it”, and he was a very good teacher. Serena bit her lip as he reached up, his hands damp with her juices, to ease a button loose. She sighed as he slowly loosened a second one. Even his throat was sexy. She caught just a glimpse of hair where his shirt parted. He released two more buttons and she could see that his pectoral muscles had a light mat of black hair on them. She loved a man with chest hair.

  Damien reached down and eased his belt open before pulling it out of the loops, leaning forward and draping it across her belly. The smooth leather still held his body heat. Serena gasped as she felt her cunt juices seep down her pussy lips and onto the desk below. He smiled wickedly, dipping a finger in the small but growing pool and carrying the damp finger to his lips for a taste. He sucked his fingertip, and it was as if he’d sucked her clit into his mouth. Serena arched up from the desktop with a sob.

  He opened the button on his trousers and carefully eased the zipper over his prominent erection. She could see his cock pressing against his white silk shorts. She met his eyes as his hands traced a path back up his shirtfront to ease open more buttons. Damien bit his lip, and she could see that not only had his cock elongated but so had his teeth. His canines now resembled those of a wolf rather than a man.

  “Yes.” Serena hissed as she realized her teeth had lengthened too.

  She wanted him to bite her, and she wanted to bite him in return. She wanted to mark him as hers. His rumble of arousal nearly undid her resolve not to beg. He ripped off his shirt. She’d been right about that six-pack. His body was as ripped as the shirt lying on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes, pulled off his socks and then he let his pants drop to the floor before he kicked them aside.

  She whimpered. He really was a god. Nobody should look like that unless they’d been airbrushed first.

  “Damien…” her hoarse whisper trailed off as he moved toward her again.

  Damien took the tie from around his neck, trailing it over her taut, exposed nipples, which made her jump at the sensation left behind. He leaned over her, delicately tracing her areola and nipple with his tongue. He blew a gentle breath against the damp flesh, and the already tight bud began to throb.

  Serena shook her head helplessly. He was going to drive her insane, and she wanted to go there. What was he doing to her? His tongue made a rapid-fire tattoo on her nipple, taking her right to the edge yet again. Damien stopped and waited while she shuddered.

  “You have the power to end your own torment, Serena. All you have to do is admit you belong to me. We both know that you do—you just have to acknowledge it.”

  “No!” She shook her head violently. Why did he demand this from her? “You are such a bastard! An arrogant bastard!”

  “Stop being so damn pigheaded. I want to mount you and you want to be mounted. Make it happen, Serena. Tell me you’re my bitch. Just admit it.”

  “I belong to me!”

  “No, you belong to me. You are mine to care for and protect. You are mine to fuck. Mine to fight with. Mine to give me pups. And mine to love.”

  Serena froze and stared into his dark-brown eyes. “You don’t love me. You don’t even know me.”

  “I know you, Serena. I know your scent. You’re my True Mate, as I’m yours.” She shook her head in disbelief, which he took to be denial. He growled. “Yes, you are. Damn, but you’re stubborn.”

  Damien covered her lips with his and sucked her tongue into his mouth. He nipped it. Their tongues dueled, and she twisted so that her breasts rubbed his chest. He moaned into her mouth, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. She could feel him pressing his thick cock against her sensitive pussy through the silk shorts he still wore. His leather belt teased both her belly and his as he ground against her.

  Serena wanted to touch him, but she was still restrained, increasing her desire and her frustration. His mouth slipped to her neck and she bared it to him without a single worry. He nipped her throat teasingly while rolling his pelvis into hers. Serena was so close to an orgasm she could almost taste it.

  “Damien, for God’s sake, fuck me. Please! I need you to fuck me!” her cries were mindless and she didn’t even realize she was begging.

  “Do you want to be fucked, Serena? Do you want me to thrust deep inside you and pound into you until you can’t walk?”

  “Yes!”

  “Beg me, Serena.”

  Serena shivered at the command, unbearably aroused by his dominance. “Please fuck me, Damien.” He caught her hair in his hands and pulled her head back, baring her throat. He bit her, just barely breaking the skin. She had to come. She had to have him fuck her. She couldn’t take this anymore! “Please, Damien! Please! I’m begging you!”

  “Are you my bitch, Serena?”

  “Oh God.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes!” Serena shrieked.

  “Say it!”

  “I’m your bitch. Now fuck me, damn you!”

  “Yes!”

  She heard fabric ripping, felt a jerk on her legs then they were thrown over his shoulders and he thrust into her cunt, hard and fast. She screamed and Damien howled. Her cunt began to spasm painfully with the onset of the most intense orgasm she’d experienced in her entire life. Serena lifted her cunt up to take his deep, intense thrusts and threw her head back as her body flew apart. Her womb jerked and she felt a jolt from her clit to her nipples and back again. She still couldn’t wrap her arms around him but she could reach his chest. She sank her teeth into his pec and held on tight. The metallic taste of his blood was so good—like a drug rush.

  Damien roared and his cock jerked inside her body, shooting his semen deep inside her. As it hit her womb, she clamped down and bucked under him. Her belly was trembling and her body was on fire. Even so, it wasn’t enough. Serena needed Damien to mount her. He relaxed slightly, but his cock didn’t as he dropped his damp forehead to her shoulder and lay gasping against her. He hadn’t mounted her properly, so they hadn’t locked together. She needed to have him locked inside her so that he was as trapped by her as she was by him.

  “Mount me, damn you!” Serena snarled and kicked him in the back with her heels in a vain attempt to gain his attention.

  “What?” Damien lifted his head and looked into her eyes, blinking incoherently.

  “Untie me and flip me over, you idiot.” When his expression remained vacant, she screamed, “Mount me, dammit!” Her skin was on fire. If he didn’t mount her, she was going to go insane.

  “You’re still in heat.” How could he sound so damn confused?

  “Of course, I am. You fucked me, but you didn’t mount me, you dolt!”

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p; Damien smiled and she hissed at him. She kicked him in the back again. “I said what you wanted me to say, so keep your word! Mount me!”

  He frowned. “What do you mean, you said what I wanted you to say?”

  “Now. Damn it. Mount me now!”

  “Serena…”

  She lunged upward and bit his lip. A perfect droplet of blood welled from the bite. Serena licked her lips. He reached above her and tore the ties free. He pulled back. She scrambled off the desk and on to the carpeted floor. She got on all fours and looked back at him. Damien was staring at her red, swollen flesh like a man coming off a six-day drunk. He tore off his silk shorts, staggered and dropped to his knees.

  “You have such a fine ass.”

  He rubbed his hand over the curve then he brought his palm down sharply, and she moaned as the sting turned to heat. He slapped her ass cheeks twice more and she came. Serena spread her knees farther apart and offered her ass to him. He groaned and buried his face in her cunt, sucked her clit into his mouth and bit it.

  “More. Give me more, Damien.”

  Serena pressed her head down to the floor and kept her ass high to entice him. She sighed as she felt his fingers penetrate her clasping pussy. He went searching for that sweet spot deep inside and found it with little difficulty. Damien deepened the internal massage and she opened for him, taking his fingers deep. She was so wet she knew she could probably take his fist if he gave it to her.

  Suddenly, she gasped and her womb tightened and jerked. Serena felt the jolt through her entire body as she came once more. She barely noticed when he pulled his fingers out. When he began to tease her entrance with the tip of his cock, she definitely noticed that.

  “Yes, Damien. Mount me! Please!”

  “What did you mean, Serena?”

  “Huh?” She thrust her hips back, but he drew himself away from her. “Stop it! Don’t tease me anymore. I need you!”