Viktor
“Tell us why you’re here,” Jamie demands.
Clara nods, studying me, her baby blues taking in my undoubtedly tired-looking face.
My muscles ache from lack of sleep, my chest aches from missing Kacie, it hasn’t been a long time but it’s been long enough. I take a moment to focus on Kacie, my mate, my love waiting for me in my bed. I imagine her fully rested and ready for me.
I stare back at Clara, ignoring the way my heart flip-flops when I stare at her. With the flick of her wrist, the lights dim and a chill spreads through the room. Standing up from her seat, her hips sway as she makes her way to me.
Hardened points poke through her sheer shirt, Clara doesn’t look at Jamie when she speaks, “I’m here for my destined or as you wolves call it, my mate.”
“LEAVE US,” I growl and slam my fists down on the table. I look to Jake and the shock on his face is clear. Jamie’s jaw has dropped and she’s staring at me in shock.
“But Alpha-” They start but I cut them off.
“NOW.”
“Alpha,” Jake steps forward, “I would advise having at least one of us present while you…. question the…. prisoner. It’s only protocol and we don’t know what she’s capable of yet.”
“Do I need to use my Alpha voice?!” Flash growls through me and they tense.
“No, Alpha,” they say in unison.
They shoot Clara a glare before standing up and making their way out. Clara stands before me, and I can’t help when my eyes take in her body starting from her belly button to her hardened nipples to her pink wet lips.
The glow from her earrings warm me and I feel pulled into her. I swallow. “I am not your mate,” I tell her, not sure if I believe what I just said.
She cocks her head to the side and stares down at me. Clara gracefully sits down on my table and I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching out to her.
She leans closer, I can feel her breath on my ear, “Oh Viktor, yes…. yes you are,” she purrs. “You are my destined, and I have a place at your side,” she murmurs.
I see the corner of her mouth twitch, just a flash of that hidden dimple, and then she lowers her chin the tiniest.
“You’re mistaken if you think you have a place by my side,” I say even as I feel Flash’s heart start to break. “I-” I don’t get to finish my sentence because she closes the space between us and her lips caress mine.
My eyes widen, a gasp escapes and she takes advantage and deepens the kiss. My lips start to tingle and without thinking my hands find her waist. Her smooth alabaster skin sends sparks up my hands.
“The feeling is similar to Kacie,” Flash murmurs in awe thinking of the first time we touched our mate.
Kacie.
I’m stuck. Do I pull her to me, or push her away? I decide on the latter and push her away. She stares at me, her face riddled with shock before she masks her emotions.
“Is it custom for wolven to push their mates aside?” She says her lips wet from our kiss.
I swallow.
“I have a mate,” I say straightforwardly. “And you’re not it.”
Mentally, I feel Flash flinch. I know he’s waited a long time for our mate but Kacie is our mate. He’s being swayed by the pull we feel.
“Why do you think I’m not it?” Clara asks as she reaches out to touch my chest. Her fingers gliding up to my neck.
“Don’t you feel that?” She murmurs.
Her fingers massage the spot where my mark will be. The area is sensitive and I still as her fingers trail circle after circle over it until my eyes flutter shut. I’m lost in the feeling as my body automatically reacts to her touch.
“I—” My mouth is so dry that it takes more than one attempt to get the words out. I can’t breathe. Clara stands up and sits on top of the table directly in front of me, never breaking contact with my skin.
She sits straight, her breasts just within reach. Flash growls as she spreads her legs and drops one on either side of me. Her warmth pressing against my body.
The soft skin of her thighs, the hem of her sheer skirt just barely covering the naked pussy underneath. My skin erupts in goosebumps and guilt riddles me as my cock swells fast and hungry against my pants.
I close my eyes to try and shut out the view before me but Flash is panting and I’m fighting a losing battle as his thoughts flit through my mind. There’s no guilt in his mind, he sees Clara as his mate as much as Kacie.
Clara watches me as she runs a finger along the hem of her skirt, nudging it up higher and higher so that I can see more of those slender legs.
I’m hard for it. There’s a tease of folded flesh and pink wetness. Her breathing hitches as the material slides against wet flesh.
I didn’t trust myself to move. My hands were still balled into fists by my side. “I wanted to discuss what I’m going to do with you.”
She pulls the hem of her skirt up flush against her belly, so that her wet pussy is completely exposed to me.
I’m back to not being able to breathe.
“Don’t discuss, show me,” Clara whispers breathlessly.
“Show me what you want to do to me Viktor. Just for tonight, no, just for this moment, please, please. Pretend that there’s no one else, that you haven’t had someone else, that she isn’t here in your packhouse. Pretend you met me first.”
I pause in thought.