Chapter 16 Ch 16

By the time Braden had explained to me why he was here, it was dark outside. I was itching to get back to my mate. His scent was still fresh in my apartment, and it was driving me insane. Braden hadn't mentioned it at first until he told me his intentions for the visit.

"I can't stop thinking about what you said," he told me. "About your mate. How you're mated but not marked. I wanted to check on you."

"Braden, I'm really okay." I smiled painfully at him. "You're the best brother ever to drive all the way out here to check on me, but it's not your job. I'm the older sibling here. I'm supposed to be checking on you."

"But I'm the Alpha here. It's my nature to want everyone I know and care about to be safe."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Alpha wolf. I'm really okay, Braden. Why don't you tell me about you and Anna?"

"We're doing well. Everything has been going so well and I guess . . . that's why I can't get over what you told me. I don't understand how your mate can be such a dick when you have a bond like this."

"The world doesn't always work out how it's supposed to," I told him, forcing a shrug.

"Maybe not. Your apartment does reek of a male wolf, though."

My face burned suddenly, like it would explode if this conversation continued for much longer.

"Is it him?" he pressed. "And your front door is scrat—"

I was saved by another phone call. This time, though, someone was calling Braden. He pulled it out with a grunt and answered the call. It was Anna. They exchanged a few words, but I could only tell that the topic was urgent. Braden told her he loved her and hung up.

"Well," he told me, "apparently there was a fight back at the pack. Alpha needs me."

"Duty calls, little bro." I chuckled nervously and walked him to the door. "Thanks for coming. I'm sorry I never come home anymore. It's just easier that way right now."

"This conservation isn't over. Come home soon, okay? I'm not the only one who worries about you."

"I'll try," I lied. Reaching up onto my toes, I hugged his neck. "Go take care of business. I'll be fine. You have more important things to worry about."

"Uh-huh. I gotta go. See you soon, okay?"

Nodding almost, I watched him leave before closing and locking the door. I then flew back to the bedroom. When I flung open the door, heart racing, I was met with an empty room. The bathroom was still and silent, too. My face absorbed a frown. Why had he left? He was naked, for Heaven's sake.

I called him, but he didn't answer. Chucking my phone onto the bed, I let out a long, mournful howl.

=^=

Wednesday. Middle of the week. Hump day. Suitable considering I had been unbearably horny all morning while getting ready for work. It was because Tandan and I came so close last night to marking, and then Braden had stolen that opportunity. Of course, Tandan fled during that time, so it was partially his fault too.

I didn't even realize what outfit I had chosen until I walked into the bathroom work and caught a glimpse of my reflection. The dress conformed to my curves and cut scandalously low between my breasts, and I apparently had chosen to wear the bra that made my small breasts perky and round. My mouth dropped. When I turned to the side to scrutinize my profile, I cringed. The soft fabric of the dress clung to the rounded shape of my butt. This was not a work-appropriate dress.

It was too late to run back to my apartment to change, so I emerged from the bathroom with a crimson face and wide eyes. I made myself a strong cup of coffee and doused it with ample sugar and milk. Maybe Angelica would sentence me to desk work today so I wouldn't have to leave my chair. And maybe she would have a clip I could use to close up the front of my dress.

"Good morning," purred a deep voice.

Gasping, I spun around. Tandan stood in the threshold of the break room with his arms folded, a smirk on his pink lips. My blush deepened as I turned my front away from him, unintentionally leaving him the view of my butt. He approached me in two slow strides before stopping right behind me. My muscles were tense, ready for anything.

"W-Why did you leave last night?" I whispered, hoping it would distract us both.

"Why?" he repeated, pressing his front against my back. His body heat radiated off in an orb that engulfed me. "Because I assumed he would hear me. I didn't want him to find me, since you were so adamant on your family not knowing. So I respected your wishes and left."

"Out the window? You were naked."

"Damn right I was." His fingers landed on my shoulders before tracing my figure down to my hips. My body trembled. "I shifted and snuck my way back to my house."

I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from losing my train of thought and said, "Well, you should have waited."

"Probably," he acquiesced. "We still have tonight."

As I shivered at the implication of his words, I felt one of his hands slip under my dress. I was too stunned to even gasp. His fingers slid between my legs and rubbed against my panties. The soft cotton was soon damp with my juices. He kissed my neck while pulling the soiled panties to the side. My mouth hung open in a silent moan, every cell in my body ignited.

"So wet already," he murmured into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. "Am I that good?"

This time I moaned aloud, and he used his index finger to stroke against my exposed core. A shudder rocked through me when he took extra time on my nub, rubbing back and forth. I ground my hips back against his pelvis. His bulge was hard and thick, just by feeling. I could only imagine what it looked like.

He breathed heavily on my neck, the air moist and warm. I reached down to guide his hand to a faster pace. This time he groaned and fisted his free hand in my hair, pulling my head back. Then I pointed his finger into my kitty and slid it inside. Our hips rocked in sync as he inserted his finger in and out of me. I used both hands to grip the counter for leverage. My body was exploding in pleasure, rolling up from my sex in uncontrollable waves. It felt so dangerous to be doing this at work, but I couldn't stop him. I didn't want him to stop.

"Naughty," he squeaked out breathlessly. "First . . . at a house. Now . . . at the office."

"Your fault," I panted in response.

As I neared orgasm, my vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching around his finger, my moans coming more frequently, Tandan slowly pulled put. I whimpered in frustration and reached for his hand again. He clucked his tongue against his teeth and took a step back. Not understanding, I turned around to face him, my chest heaving with each laborious breath.

"Finish it," he ordered.

My breath caught. "W-What?"

"Finish what I started," he clarified. "I want to see you satisfy yourself."

"I've never, um . . ." I couldn't finish, too embarrassed.

"You've never masturbated?"

Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head.

He lifted my chin with his thumb. "Well, I just showed you how. Come on. Don't be pouty, Lee."

Another whine escaped me as I pleaded with my eyes, saying, "Can you do it? Please?"

Though he softened for a fleeting moment, he shook his head and glanced down at his erection. "I have to take care of my own needs. You start."

I wanted to cry and hiss at him for doing this to me, but my orgasm was losing its momentum and my mound was still throbbing. So I chewed on my lip and placed my finger on the outside rim of my vagina. It was swollen and slick with my juice. While I began to get a feel of myself, I noticed Tandan licking my cream off his finger and simultaneously slipping his other hand into his pants. I wanted to do that to him, but instead, I was left to rub myself.

The rapture set in again, but to a much lesser extent. It wasn't the same doing it myself. I thrust two fingers inside of me, feeling around for the G-spot I had read about. Even though I was struggling to find it, the pleasure was still terrific. I led myself back up to the orgasm before finally climaxing. A fresh spurt of juices dripped out of me and down my leg. Moaning, I pulled my finger out and slouched back against the counter.

Tandan's eyes were glowing when mine reached them. He was still massaging his member, and the look on his face suggested he was almost done. I reached forward to touch his arm, and he obliged to my pull. After he had taken his hand out, I slid mine down into his slacks. His dick was rock hard and it triggered my own genitals again. While I squeezed and pumped him, he reached up my dress to fondle one of my breasts. It was blocked mostly my bra, but he still made me tingle when he slipped his fingers into the cup. They teasingly traced circles around my nipple, and I felt myself building up again.

When I managed to bring him to his release, he did the same for me only a moment later. We stared at each other until I leaned up to kiss him. He embraced it, to my gratitude, and his tongue ventured into my mouth. I used my own to flick it, press it, curl around it. After a few minutes, he pulled away.

"We should—" He coughed and rubbed his neck. "We should probably get to work."

That was the very last thing I wanted to do, but I knew he was right. Besides, it was a miracle Angelica hadn't barged in on us. We should have waited. No, I was glad we hadn't. But still. We could have at least gone into the bathroom.

He watched me step back into said bathroom to wipe myself up and, when I was done, gestured for me to lead the way out of the break room. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I halted. Angelica stood outside her office, muffling a chuckle. My face drained of color. I could hear Tandan join her behind me. Growling and dropping my head, I stormed out to the lobby to get to my desk.