Page 13 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
"That's just it. I know exactly what I'm doing for the first time in my life. I don't know why but I think what is happening isn't much of a revelation. It's a license and freedom to be what I was meant to be. Let me show you. This is no time to be shy," I teased with a finger running down the starched dark black shirt before grabbing his tie until it was twisted around my hand.
He grabbed my hair and forcefully made me look at him. "This isn't you talking. The wolf can be very convincing when it wants to be. It wants to mate with another wolf. That's perfectly natural. I would be more than happy to comply, but we still have to deal with the pesky human side of you."
I bunched up the sheets with my fists while sniffing his crotch. That was where his essence was more powerful. It drew me to him like a moth to a flame. There was no disguising the heat of his cock. A desperation to see him in the flesh made me recklessly pull at the zipper.
The shape and size of him rivaled anything I saw by accident in the boy's locker room in high school. It was a dare, and I was fearless when it came to taking chances. Seeing them dripping wet with the water cascading over their pronounced muscles turned me on. They didn't know I was there and had no clue what my finger was doing while I took in those specimens in their natural habitat.
He rubbed his arm when he thought I wasn't looking. There was this slight odor coming off of him. Nothing specific. It was just this strange thing, but it was very faint.
Being with Luke was nothing like that. The chemistry crackled with anticipation. That hunger overwhelmed me until I reached into his red silk underwear and held it temporarily. It was hard and hot to the touch. There was no whisper of condemnation, but he did step away, even though I suspected he didn't want to.
I squealed in protest when he put me over his shoulder and carried me kicking and screaming into the bathroom. He adjusted the water and placed me underneath the chilling spray to extinguish the blaze within my loins.
"Stay there for five minutes and then join me downstairs. This isn't up for debate. Preparing you is paramount, but your father can never know about this. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, but the only thing he got for a reply was a meek nod of my head.
He left while I was getting a cold dose of reality literally and figuratively. The cold water reminded me of my humanity. It was foolish to throw myself at him. It was also unbecoming of being my father's daughter. No man had ever elicited those kinds of sensations from me.
It was better than any drug, but I felt dirty and in desperate need of scrubbing my skin raw with a purple loofah on a stick. It did nothing to eliminate the feeling of his masculinity in my hand. That phantom presence made me turn and ache to take the next step in the natural evolution of our relationship.
How could he ask me to keep this from my father when all I wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops? He was once again in protective mode.
I stayed under the water until my fingers were prunes. A semblance of my sanity returned but there was still a flicker of something lurking behind the eyes when I looked into the mirror.
CHAPTER 7
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LUKE
I stared at it for quite some time.
It was ugly purple but fading fast. Someone had drugged me. It was the only logical explanation for the injection site. That would explain why I thought the beast was trying to grab me with shadowed tendrils. It was a manifestation of the drug pumped into me. Its effects were short lived. Gone by morning but the reminder made me realize that I had to be more careful.
Jasmine didn't need to know everything.
It wasn't a good idea to tempt fate. She was exceptional in so many ways but still wanting to walk before she was able to run. Impulsively tossing her into the shower saved us both from doing something we were going to regret.
The front door slammed hard enough to echo through the house. The staff made themselves scarce. It appeared the Master was miffed about something. They had no recourse other than to continue with their duties but under the radar.
The tension in the air was palpable when he walked into the kitchen. He pulled off his tie and tossed it over his shoulder without caring where it went. His face was flushed, and he was constantly flexing his fingers into fists.
"I take it your trip didn't go the way you wanted it to. Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you get them to take their heads out of their asses? They have no idea what a good thing I offered. A little bit of bargaining at the beginning of any negotiation is normal. They just pushed me too far. It was one concession after another until I finally had to walk away from the table. Letting them think on it will hopefully make them see my offer is the best they are going to get," he fumed indignantly while rummaging around in the fridge looking for something he couldn't find.
"It sounds like they need a little bit of convincing. Say the word and I'll have their signature on the dotted line by the end of the day," I promised with no hesitation.
There were some skilled negotiators on the payroll. Most of them were of the female persuasion. One newbie was waiting to use her claws.
Mercedes was a class act and knew how to speak the language of negotiation.
Jules looked up from the fridge. "How much will that cost me?" he asked without even discussing how I could possibly get it done when he couldn't.
"We can discuss financial compensation when the job is done. Let me make a phone call. She might be busy, but I'm sure that I can get her to juggle some things around. It will be a hefty price but worth it considering this deal is going to net you millions of residual income for the next 10 years." I presented him with a golden opportunity.
"Give it until the end of the day. They still might call. Let's keep your proposal on the back burner for the moment. How is Jasmine?" He addressed the elephant in the room without even knowing it.
"She's a little on edge. I think it has something to do with her birthday. She didn't tell me as much, but I sense she is not comfortable with the attention. Maybe we can make it a little more low-key," I suggested with my fingers fiddling with the gun in the holster.
