Alpha Wyler
I'd always enjoyed the possibility of being caught. Whether it was fucking women in movie theaters or debasing them in the woods, I got off on that type of thing and bonus, Olivia didn't seem to mind.
The conference call taking place had Johnathan in front of me and an open phone line with some of the training staff of Silvermoon. It would take less than ten minutes, giving Olivia ample opportunity to surprise me but she'd gone shy under the desk – like I'd been expecting for a first timer. I found it amusing. she was completely covered, the desk being a closed off piece of well built, finished timber. No one knew she was there, it was a prime break into screwing around in public.
While my mate played hard to get, I listened to the training officer go over plans and agenda – things I already knew. I interrupted him to ask him about recruitment – before I'd come on as Alpha it had been low. He stumbled to answer me, finally coming out with, “actually, it's jumped up. We've filled the class.”
That was good information, for once. “Good. What's changed?”
Johnathan looked up from where he sat as him and the training officer spoke in unison, “you.”
I paused for only a moment. “Me?”
The voice over the open phone line muffled through, “we told the boys you were coming along and even running some of the training sessions. They all signed up.”
It made me grunt, “well, this isn't a party. They're training.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Anyway,” I wanted to finish up the meeting because I had a hard-on about to cause some serious blue balls. Since getting a taste for Olivia, I'd tried not to act needy and consumed but she's all I basically thought about, especially right then and there. “We'll see you all tomorrow.” I ended the call with that and looked up to John, who gave me a nod of goodbye and left the office.
I pushed the wheeled chair back from the desk and waited as Olivia poked her head out meekly. The sight of her made me chuckle as she crawled out, slapping my thigh as she did and calling me an ass. I caught her wrist before she could pull it back.
“Well, that wasn't nice, was it?”
Olivia's actions slowed as I heard the subtle sound of a gulp. She knew not to lash out at me, but what was more exciting, she had caught herself and realized the repercussions.
I stood to meet her in the middle, catching her cheek in my palm and pulling her against me. I wanted to kiss her, but I had to hold back, had to stop myself and not give in to allow a short punishment.
I took her waist, grabbed the stretchy band on her pants and tugged, pulling them right off her hips as I swung her down on my desk.
She gasped, grabbing the top of the desk to stop herself from hitting it. Some submissive females from my past would have let them themselves hit it, figuring they deserved it. Olivia had too much fire to let that happen. It made me grin as I slapped her bare ass, she whimpered against the table, wreathing in the punishment. That one slap had reddened her ass like a brand, my brand on my mate. My cock bulked in my pants as I sunk two fingers inside her wet hole. This had become normal to her, she didn't fight but she did wiggle against me, liking the contact.
“Before I continue, nothing's sore?”
“Are you serious?” she panted against the desk in defiance.
Removing my hand I slapped her for it and she dropped her forehead in defeat to the desktop. “Nothing's sore.”
“Let's change that.” I let my pants fall down my hips enough that I could fuck her from behind. The truth was, something about dominating a she-wolf from behind as she screamed in reprieve made me all sorts of fucked up and I liked going there- especially after having to deal with business arrangements all day. All I wanted was my Luna begging for my cock and I had run over that fantasy all day since our shower the night before.
I took her slowly against the desk, crushing my chest to her back and pinning her down. She had a great view of the meeting minutes and training outlines but something told me it hadn't quite caught her attention like my dick was doing inside of her.
“Caleb...”
I thrust into her when she spoke my name so breathy and aching, trying to decide how hard to fuck her into the desk. That thought was easily lost when I wrapped my arm around her waist and pinned her in place for my cock to own her.
Olivia took the pounding of my hips like a reward, relishing in the building orgasm I could feel from her tightening and releasing. Whatever was happening inside her, was opening her up like a flower and budding for my use.
I fucked her harder as she started to scream idiocies heard likely beyond the walls but what did I care? I was allowed to mate my Luna in my house whenever I wanted...
“What do you want, Olivia?”
“Your” she gasped, “cock.”
“What else?” I demanded with my mouth up against her ear.
She moaned into the table and I saw the extraction of her nails length against the wood and dig in, marking up the nice finish. Her little wolf was coming out, wanting its mate.
“What else!” My hips quickened and I humped her like I would in the woods shifted, the idea made me tingle.
“You...” she growled under my weight, “my mate.”
The thought drove me crazy and I thrust into her like I meant to put my seed in her womb as I mated her, but it was just a tease this time.
She chanted my name into the desktop as a few things clattered to the floor – it had needed a reorganization anyways and with it, came her orgasm, strong and mind fucking on the both of us. I fought to pump my cock into her as she stiffened in my grip. Holding her tight to my chest, I grabbed her up and sat into my office chair. I hadn't come, not even close but her new weakness was enough for me. Olivia tucked her cheek to my shoulder and shut her eyes- my cock still inside her, pulsing for me to keep fucking her against her will.
She muttered when I adjusted my grip on her, smiling to herself. Strong orgasms made females so agreeable, I knew I could have gotten anything I wanted out of her just then.
Lifting her cheek, she brought her hand to my hair and drew it down my face, “you're pretty messed up.”
“If I'm so messed up, why are you sitting in my lap basically naked?”
Olivia giggled and I smirked while nibbling her shoulder till she wiggled in my arms.
She sighed when I let up my bite. “It's sad you have to leave.”
“I'll be back in three days.” My cock perked at the idea, three long days and the promise of a mating at the end of it.
“Three more days of freedom.”
The slow burn of her finger tip moving down my throat had me close to saying I'd ditch the training session. Catching her hand, I said, “you'll be fine.”
“With Lara?” Her voice changed so subtly but I noticed it, etched with a hint of jealousy.
“You'll be fine here,” I corrected.
“What's up with that chick anyway...” Olivia moved out of my lap, pulling up her pants.
I grunted as I watched her ass disappear under the clothing.
“Well?” She'd turned to face me with a raised eyebrow.
I stood, just to be at the same level as her. “She's been abused. What more do you think there is to it?”
Olivia paused, with her lips parting, the challenge of my words had been enough
to shut her thoughts down. “Nothing.”
“Yeah.” I gave the desk a glance, it'd been rearranged. “Go clean up before supper, I need to clean this up – it looks like we had sex on it. ”
“I thought that stuff didn't bother you because it's your house?”
My eyes stopped on her, with her bratty little smile lighting up her face. “Go clean up, Olivia.” She left the room but not after I kissed her, hard, making her smile and forget her previous thoughts but what I really wanted to know, was how she'd gotten the thoughts in the first place... it was obvious Lara had been abused but what else had been reeling through Olivia's mind that I'd drone out most of the day? I didn't have time to dwell on it though, still needing to pack. I walked around the desk, cleaning up the mess of scattered pens and paper. In hindsight, my need to fuck Olivia had created a bit more clean up than I'd expected.
Later that evening, we all sat at a formal dining room and Olivia drank a bit too much wine, sending her to bed early. Though I'd found out when in our room, it'd all been part of her plan to get me alone when she'd climbed on top of me in bed, giggling. I'd held her close, fucking her first on top, then on her side, feeling an accomplishment that my mate had finally accepted our fate and fallen asleep in my arms. It would make the morning hard to swallow but mating her when I got back was best, we would need days to recover from that together and the lake cabin I owned just a few hours away would host us perfectly for that.