Page 1 of Blackmailed

Prologue

Fall 2032

One year ago...

Jochi turned the handle and stepped inside. As usual, the office was dark with the exception of a small table lamp illuminating Jefferson’s desk. No matter, Jochi could see just fine. His superior vision helped. He took a moment to remove the shoes he wore, then placed them beside the long couch against the wall to his left. He then silently turned the latch, locking them inside. Jefferson continued to work, waiting for the phone call that wouldn’t come. He’d tell Winters himself.

The man ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to stick up in odd angles. The salt and pepper strands were getting long. Jochi liked it, it gave him a boyish appeal. The blue tie around his neck lay at an angle, loosened from its stringent knot. The open top button of his shirt revealed a hint of Jefferson’s toned, tan skin. They were a study of contrasts. Where Jochi was willowy thin, the senator had been thick, muscular for his age. Jochi had emerald green eyes while Jefferson’s were grey. Both men exuded power, yet Jochi knew his had more to do with sex and sexuality. He could bring any man or woman to their knees; however, the only one who mattered sat at his desk, waiting for word.

This mission had kept both of them on edge. The Rafertys had sent a team to Boston to ferret the remaining Geithner out of hiding and finally shut down PBH once and for all. One of the members of the unit was Charisma Winters, eldest daughter of the senator.

Jefferson glanced up at him. His grey eyes squinted through the light. “Janice, are you still here? I thought you would have gone home hours ago.”

He didn’t say anything. Jochi took his time crossing to the desk.

“Oh...” Jefferson cleared his throat. “Pardon me. Is there something I can do for you? Are you lost?”

Jochi gave a soft chuckle. He stuck to the shadows as he came around the desk to the senator’s side. The clean scent of his arousal filled Jochi’s senses. It was crisp, like autumn, and spicy. His mouth watered and his dick twitched underneath the tight confines of his dress.

“Silly old man.” Jochi turned Jefferson’s chair then sat on his lap. The length of the senator’s erection pressed to his hip. Long and thick, just as he imagined it would be. He bit back a moan of pleasure.

“S-Sloan? What is the meaning of this?” Jefferson stared at him, a little too wide-eyed for his liking. His cock didn’t soften.

Jochi hissed. “Say my name. My real name.”

“This is wholly inappropriate. We shouldn’t...you shouldn’t.”

“Inappropriate?” Jochi giggled, pulling at the sash holding the dress he wore together. “I smelled you across the room, Jefferson. You’re aroused. You saw me and instantly wanted to fuck me.” The garment fell over the senator’s lap before he removed the binding covering his groin. He groaned. It felt good to take that contraption off. “Well, here I am. Naked and ready for you.”

Jochi reached between his spread thighs and palmed his dick. He was wet, the crest of his cock covered in pre-cum, a byproduct of finding his mate. Unlike the wolves, who found relief when fucking through the full moon cycle by knotting their mates, felines followed the cycle of their female or, in his case, male mates.

Heat began and ended either when their female became pregnant or if it didn’t take, when menstruation began. For the males who enjoyed the flesh of another man, heat was permanent. There was no end. The incessant, clawing need that drove him to the brink would be a constant companion.

Which made what they were about to do very dangerous.

“We can’t do this. Do you know how inappropriate it is?” Jefferson sputtered. “We could get caught.”

“I locked the door,bèndàn.”

“Jochi,” Jefferson groaned. “I can’t.”

He placed his finger under the senator’s chin. “Why? You want me and, as you see, I want you. It’s simple.”

Jefferson removed him from his lap. When Jochi stood the dress fell to the floor, giving the senator a good look at his flawless body. He didn’t have any excess muscles, or hard lines. He liked the idea he was soft yet powerful, a genetic enhancement from his snow leopard.

“I’m straight.” Jefferson scrubbed his face. “I’m always hard. Have been since...” He shook his head and sighed.

“You wanted me when you thought I was a woman. I can give you the best of both worlds, if you allow me.”

Winters stood and crossed to the window overlooking Washington D.C. “It’s a reaction. Nothing more.”

“Did you know I’m a snow leopard?” Jochi came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the senator’s waist.

Jefferson snorted. “No. You’re good. I’ll give you that much.”

“Then you know a shifter’s ability to scent lies, truths, and their mate is absolute.” He knew convincing the senator would be hard. A man who’d spent the majority of his adult life with a wife and daughters wouldn’t easily acquiesce to a male who claimed to be his mate.

“I’ve seen it with my daughters.”

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