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The thump of his feet hitting the stairs could be heard before he called out to the small crowd. “Alright, everybody. You’re all free to go, enjoy the next three days off.”
The last thing I saw before calmly pulling open the back door to Town Hall was Zeke slinging a partially unconscious Judge over his shoulder.
If I had waited for Nolan to follow instead of using his scent trail to locate his office, I would’ve never been able to keep myself from spewing all the things churning in my mind.
“What are you doing?” Nolan’s rough voice filled the space behind me, and I whirled to find him standing across the room.
Glancing one last time out the window, I watched as the larger crowd out front began to disperse. The metal curtain rings scratched against the rod as I flung them shut and grunted, “…making sure no one can hear us.”
“This office is soundproof.”
“Of course it is.” I scoffed under my breath, and slowly turned around to face my mate.
He stood in front of the door, but as I met his eyes he crossed the room and headed for the executive desk covered in paperwork. The calm way he lowered himself into the chair sent a rush of anger straight to my head.
“What…was…that?” I asked him slowly, using what little restraint I had to keep myself from storming over to his desk and throwing the single guest chair at his head.
Did he expect me to sit on the other side and speak to him like I were nothing more than a disgruntled pack member? There wasn’t a chance in h**l that was going to happen.
I abandoned my spot by the window and walked over to his desk slowly, stalking him like a wolf would her prey. His eyes narrowed as he read the challenge in my movements, but he remained seated, even as I came to a stop on the other side.
Rather than lower myself into the chair like a good Luna and mate would do, I placed my palms flat on the desk and towered over him.
“His son’s d***h-” Nolan began, but my anger quickly won out and put an end to his empty explanation.
“His son didn’t just d*e, Nolan. He was brutally m******d, and Clint thinks I’m the one who did it. How else do you expect him to respond?” I snapped, and the feeling of splintered wood beneath my fingers let me know my nails had been elongating.
Nolan didn’t fumble for an answer and replied without paused, “With respect. Above anything else, you are his Luna first.”
“‘You can’t expect him to follow me if he thinks I m******d his son. If I were to d*e and my dad did something like this because he blamed you, would you k**l him too?” I asked sharply.
“That’s different.” His expression darkened, morphing his irises from the color of fresh soil to pitch-black waters.
“Is it?”
“Is it?” He repeated, eyebrows inching closer together. “Do you understand the problems this could cause? The problems it’s already caused?”
Without waiting for a response, he pulled a copy of today’s newspaper out and set it on the desk. Only when silence enveloped us did I break eye contact and look down. The front page looked the same with its four columns and two blown up photographs both starring yours truly. When I looked back up, my face was blank.
Nolan narrowed his eyes into slits and asked, “Have you even read it?”
It was the weird sense of awareness that often appeared within the pits of my stomach that alerted me to the change within Nolan. His eyes unfocussed, making his pupils widen and shrink. Rather than seeing only my face, his vision expanded to take in what I was wearing -or rather, what I wasn’t.
Dashing upstairs to change when Nolan was in the process of shortening Clint Armstrong’s life hadn’t been a priority at the time, so I had no choice but to try and assert myself wearing nothing more than a lace camisole and pair of cotton shorts that could easily double as underwear.
On my feet were a pair of sandals I snatched from Cassidy’s car, but I’d trade them in a heartbeat for a bra. The imprint my n*****s made against the thin fabric of my top no longer went unnoticed, and I watched as his aggression gave way to another hunger of sorts.
‘The shift wasn’t on a physical level, but I couldn’t help but feel as though Nolan wasn’t entirely in control of the reins anymore.
I pursed my lips and tried to bide time, but each passing second alluded to the truth. Deep within my head, I could feel the roar of my instincts as they instructed me to lie.
Maya’s ears twitched and she muttered, “…are you getting the overwhelming urge to run right now?’
Choosing to ignore her and the ever-increasing sound of alarm bells in my head, I replied with a resounding, “sure have.”
Nolan didn’t so much as blink as he stared me down, eyes dark enough to s*****w his pupil whole. The silence he began to d***n me in was thick with sense of foreboding, so strong that I was helpless to stop myself as I made a wild dash for the door.
The sound of scattering papers filled the air only half a second after he leapt over the desk. A single fleeting moment was all I had before the heat and roughness of his body discended upon mine.
“Get off of me.” I snarled, lacing my voice with venom even though my body’s reaction told a different story.
Nolan didn’t smirk, nor was he gentle when he pulled my head back by the long strands of my hair. The pain that crackled across my scalp was mixed with something almost pleasurable, and I fought as it stoked the glowing embers that warmed in my core.
“If you want me off, then remove me. Even back then you were able to do it, weren’t you?” His laugh was deep and the sound of it strengthened the sparks that caressed my skin, but rather than humor it held hunger.
My face heated and refusing to take his bait, I bit back my snarl.
“Were you even trying to get away, Daisy?” He tilted his head as he asked and leaned in to run his nose along the underside of my jaw. As I heard his soft inhale, a shudder rolled down my body. “…because from the scent I’m picking up, you’re exactly where you want to be.”
An almost painful throb began between my legs, and Nolan’s eyes darted down as though he could feel it himself.
“Nolan, we need to talk about this.” I said through clenched teeth.
“Where are your clothes?” He asked, and from the soft tone his voice had taken on, I knew nothing I said would deter him.
“You were about to k**l someone; I didn’t exactly care about my outfit at the time. Would you rather me have put on a sundress? Or maybe a pair of boots to protect me from the blood splatter.”
It might’ve not been the best idea to catch an attitude with an Alpha halfway off the rails, but I’d always been impulsive.
Looking back, I expected him to force me onto my knees or tear my clothes offboth of which I would’ve given into, but Nolan had something different in mind. I bit back a yelp when he pulled me away from the wall and into his chest. From the heat in his eyes, I could tell a reaction was what he wanted and as much as it pained me to do the opposite, I was nothing if not horribly stubborn.
Rather than fight against his hold I gave into it and followed him as he both forced and guided me back to the massive executive desk. Nolan paid no mind as we trampled the papers that littered the floor and reclaimed his seat in the leather chair.
His iron grip on my hips warned me to remain where I stood in between his legs but were also loose enough that I could break through them if I actually wanted to-which he knew all too well that I did. Both
Maya and my instincts told me to kick his a*s, but I knew this would grate on his nerves more.
“Do you remember what happened last time I caught you half-naked?”
Lightning fast my mind darted back to what felt like years ago but had really only been months. I still had the imprint of his hand on my a*s, only it was in my memory rather than on skin.
The second I opened my mouth to answer he pulled me onto his lap and tore the shorts I wore off my body. One quick tear and my bottom was exposed, prickling with goosebumps from the sudden rush of chilly air.
I snarled as I felt him harden beneath my stomach, enraged from his choice of punishment but also thrumming from his reaction to me. A satisfied noise came from his mouth when he ran a hand over my soft skin, though I wasn’t sure he heard it himself. I felt the absence of his hand and closed my eyes in time to feel his e******n grind against me, followed by a swift and heavy smack.
Stars, bright and full, danced behind my eyes and a hiss curled from between my teeth. A second quickly followed, this one sharper than the first and its effect even stronger. By the fifth I had to clench my legs together to ignore the throb that pulsed between them, which Nolan realized and quickly put an end to.
With each smack his e******n seemed to grow harder, until it was almost painful against my abdomen.
Anger flared alongside arousal, becoming stronger the longer I found myself drowning in pain and pleasure.
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