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Authors: Sylvia Frost
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space was larger than it really was, but now the effect had backfired. His mate’s body filled every reflective surface. Her lusciously thick thighs, her pale shoulders left bare and, of course, those red lips.
His wolf reminded him that if he took her now, he’d get the pleasure of watching her from every angle as he claimed what was his. And she’d have to watch, too. Once she saw herself coming undone at his hands, there would be no more of those little speeches of hers about “not doing relationships.”
She would do forever for him.
His matemark burned in encouragement.
Ding.
The light chime cut through the thick silence. Rex’s mouth twitched in relief as the doors parted, although by his side, Cynthia shifted from foot to foot. Her heels were surprisingly inconspicuous compared to her dress, no rhinestones this time, just blue ribbons wrapping up her ankle, holding up the shoe as if by magic. He noted the Band-Aid over her ankle. As if their bond was some kind of pimple.
“Wow.”
Rex looked up to watch as Cynthia tentatively stepped out of the elevator. Her hand fluttered to her chest as she peered down the long, dark hallway leading to his office. “Your home is beautiful.”
Rex followed her, pressing the button to shut the doors behind him as he went. He wasn’t actually afraid she’d try to escape, but it couldn’t hurt to be careful. “I’m glad you like it.”
He had worked hard on maintaining the original spirit of the Plaza, resurrecting it from the ashes of some aging pop star’s pet renovation project filled with animal prints and big screen televisions. In its place were wood-paneled walls of dark cherry and a floor of pale green marble concealed with an oriental rug. Oil paintings of some of history’s greatest werebeast emperors watched from the wall with ancient eyes.
“I love the cut of this carpet. It looks like its straight, but it actually widens a little to make the space look bigger. Good trick.”
Cynthia was easy to sneak up on, even though Rex considered himself a clumsy hunter compared to the brothers. He got close enough brush the ribbon of her mask with his hand. “You have an eye for detail.”
Her hand shot up to protect the knot of the mask, and she turned to face him. “Comes in handy in my line of work.”
“And what exactly is that?” He stepped forward, crowding her against the dark paneled wall.
She cocked her head, trying not to let his effect on her show, but even with the mask, he could tell how much she wanted him from the way her hand pressed against her collar, as if she had to force herself not to reach out and touch him. “Same as yours. Running a company.”
“What kind of company?”
“I’d rather not say.” She raised her eyebrows, daring him to press the issue. It reminded him of the first time they had met, when he had held her shoe in his hand, and she had given him that same look. Practically begged him to kiss her.
Placing one hand on the side table, he slanted forward. “Would you like to get a drink on the terrace?” Or would you like me to take you right here, Princess?
“S-sure.”
“Follow me then.” Rex took off immediately, forcing himself to keep from looking back. He was already so pathetically besotted, thanks to his wolf. He didn’t need to make his weakness any more obvious. The matemark on his ankle pulsed with her nearness like a radar as he scaled a winding staircase to the second floor.
When they reached the top, they landed in his spacious living room. The right wall was entirely made of sloped greenhouse-like windows that overlooked a roofed terrace and Central Park. While the room itself was dark, city lights filtered in, casting the delicate antique furniture in a yellow glow. He stopped on the last step, but she kept walking, blithely striding into his domain, oblivious to how hard he had to fight his wolf to keep from never letting her out again.
“Do you always like to lurk in the dark or is
His wolf reminded him that if he took her now, he’d get the pleasure of watching her from every angle as he claimed what was his. And she’d have to watch, too. Once she saw herself coming undone at his hands, there would be no more of those little speeches of hers about “not doing relationships.”
She would do forever for him.
His matemark burned in encouragement.
Ding.
The light chime cut through the thick silence. Rex’s mouth twitched in relief as the doors parted, although by his side, Cynthia shifted from foot to foot. Her heels were surprisingly inconspicuous compared to her dress, no rhinestones this time, just blue ribbons wrapping up her ankle, holding up the shoe as if by magic. He noted the Band-Aid over her ankle. As if their bond was some kind of pimple.
“Wow.”
Rex looked up to watch as Cynthia tentatively stepped out of the elevator. Her hand fluttered to her chest as she peered down the long, dark hallway leading to his office. “Your home is beautiful.”
Rex followed her, pressing the button to shut the doors behind him as he went. He wasn’t actually afraid she’d try to escape, but it couldn’t hurt to be careful. “I’m glad you like it.”
He had worked hard on maintaining the original spirit of the Plaza, resurrecting it from the ashes of some aging pop star’s pet renovation project filled with animal prints and big screen televisions. In its place were wood-paneled walls of dark cherry and a floor of pale green marble concealed with an oriental rug. Oil paintings of some of history’s greatest werebeast emperors watched from the wall with ancient eyes.
“I love the cut of this carpet. It looks like its straight, but it actually widens a little to make the space look bigger. Good trick.”
Cynthia was easy to sneak up on, even though Rex considered himself a clumsy hunter compared to the brothers. He got close enough brush the ribbon of her mask with his hand. “You have an eye for detail.”
Her hand shot up to protect the knot of the mask, and she turned to face him. “Comes in handy in my line of work.”
“And what exactly is that?” He stepped forward, crowding her against the dark paneled wall.
She cocked her head, trying not to let his effect on her show, but even with the mask, he could tell how much she wanted him from the way her hand pressed against her collar, as if she had to force herself not to reach out and touch him. “Same as yours. Running a company.”
“What kind of company?”
“I’d rather not say.” She raised her eyebrows, daring him to press the issue. It reminded him of the first time they had met, when he had held her shoe in his hand, and she had given him that same look. Practically begged him to kiss her.
Placing one hand on the side table, he slanted forward. “Would you like to get a drink on the terrace?” Or would you like me to take you right here, Princess?
“S-sure.”
“Follow me then.” Rex took off immediately, forcing himself to keep from looking back. He was already so pathetically besotted, thanks to his wolf. He didn’t need to make his weakness any more obvious. The matemark on his ankle pulsed with her nearness like a radar as he scaled a winding staircase to the second floor.
When they reached the top, they landed in his spacious living room. The right wall was entirely made of sloped greenhouse-like windows that overlooked a roofed terrace and Central Park. While the room itself was dark, city lights filtered in, casting the delicate antique furniture in a yellow glow. He stopped on the last step, but she kept walking, blithely striding into his domain, oblivious to how hard he had to fight his wolf to keep from never letting her out again.
“Do you always like to lurk in the dark or is
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