Chapter Sixteen – Angela
Chapter Sixteen
Angela
Nine a.m. found me sitting in the very tastefully appointed waiting room of Carrera Law with a thawing severed penis in a box in my tote bag.
I’d somehow managed to get Rabbit to school and then go back home and dress up like it was just another day at work, giving my mother a cheerful good-bye on my way out the door with a detour past the freezer on my way, like I was taking a burrito for lunch and not a body part.
“I need to see Mark, is he in yet?”
The receptionist had told me he wasn’t, and she wasn’t sure when he would be—I told her to call him for me, to tell him I was here.
I could’ve called him myself—but it was the kind of thing I needed to explain in person.
I needed to see his eyes when I told him about the Pack.
After the way we’d fucked last night—I needed to believe.
So I’d told Mattie to rebook all my appointments for today, and settled down into an overstuffed armchair for the duration.
It was hard to ignore that I was carrying a fucking body part. Literally. The same dick that’d—my jaw clenched. I’d been the one who’d signed Wade’s death warrant by telling Gray what he’d done to me. But him doing that? Had been all him. I found it hard to muster much sympathy.
“Angela?”
Mark pushed in the doors looking worried and my heart leapt in my chest as I jumped out of my chair and flew across the room to him.
He held his arms open just in time for me to run into them.
I hadn’t realized how close I’d been to crying till just then, but now that I was safe I bit my lips to stop from sobbing.
“Baby, what happened?” He put his hand under my chin and pulled my head up. I looked around—we were making a scene—I was making a scene—
“Can we go into your office?”
“Of course,” he said, politely detaching himself to lead the way. I grabbed my bag and followed closely.
Mark sat on the opposite side of his desk from me, though I’d hauled my chair far closer than any client ought to. The box was sitting between us, as yet unopened.
“I was younger then, okay?” I gave up and told him all about my time with the Pack, and his eyes had widened and narrowed at the appropriate parts of the story.
“And—I got Rabbit out of it. So it wasn’t all for nothing, you know?
” There was a pile of used tissue in my lap—I’d spent half of the last hour crying.
“I know,” he said. I saw the muscles in his jaw clench and I winced inside. A lot of guys didn’t want to know who you’d been with prior—what if now he thought less of me? “I have to say—apart from all the times Gray was an asshole to you—I like his style.”
My head reared back. “What?”
“If I found out anyone raped you, I’d cut their dick off too.” He nudged the box with a finger. “May I?”
“Sure,” I said, curling up in a ball in the chair, tissues falling to the ground.
He sidled one end of the box open and looked in. “That is, indeed, a severed penis.”
“Yeah.” I held my head with both hands. “Mark, what do I do?”
“You could go to the police.”
“You say that like there’s another option.”
He tilted his head and stared at me. “You wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t.”
He was right. There was a reason I hadn’t called the cops earlier. I didn’t believe they could protect me—but more importantly—“I don’t want Rabbit to know who his father is.”
“And now I get why.”
I nodded helplessly. “I can’t believe I’m here, asking you for help—I never wanted to be the damsel in distress. I’ve spent so long rebuilding my life into something I can be proud of—but I don’t know what else to do.”
Mark reached out and pulled the box across the desk to him. “I’ll handle it.” He opened a lower desk drawer and set the box inside.
“But Gray—"
“Is in an eight by eight cell. You matter to him, the note says so. He won’t do anything to hurt you or Rabbit.”
“For how long?”
“Long enough.”
“For?” I asked, unable to help myself.
“If there’s ways of getting messages out of prison—there’s ways of getting messages in. Very clear ones.”
I bit my lips hard before asking, “Do I want to know what they’ll say? Or how they’ll be delivered?”
He shook his head slowly. “You do not.”
I nodded softly. Gray was tough—but vulnerable. He was taking silver, just like I was—and I knew he wasn’t immortal—I knew Pack members could die—but he’d haunted Rabbit and I for so long –
Mark stood and rounded the desk to me. “It’s going to be okay, Angela.”
I looked up at him, fresh tears welling in my eyes and the flutter of panic in my throat. “How can you be so sure?”
He went to his knees beside me. “This is what I do.” He took my head in his hands and kissed the teardrops from my eyes. It was such a gentle thing to do it stunned me, and when he pulled back and I opened them, he was staring right at me. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”
And for the first time, in my entire post-Gray life, I believed.
I leaned forward and kissed him desperately.
He resisted for a second, then kissed me back just as hard—harder even, his tongue pressing me back into the chair with the weight of him close behind.
And as he leaned over me a heavy weight fell into my hips and my pussy ached—Oh-God-yes-please-this-again-now-here—and deep inside my wolf howled.
Then he pulled back. “Angela—we shouldn’t.” I must’ve looked stricken because he took my hand down the front of him to where his hard cock sat inside his suit slacks. “I do want you—I want to keep you here all day.”
“Good, because I want to stay,” I said, stroking him eagerly. “Mark—you make me feel safe. You don’t know how long it’s been,” I confessed.
His expression warmed—but he started shaking his head. “You have to go—you need to pretend to be living your life normally. They can’t know anything’s changed.”
“I wasn’t followed on my way here.” I’d been smart enough to check. “I was careful.” He swallowed, his chest beginning to rise, and I could see him torn between his duty and his need. “Make it fast. Make it hard,” I pleaded—and he reached for his belt buckle with a growl as I hitched up my skirt.
I barely had it above my waist when he took my ankles and hoisted them high, setting one on each shoulder, and then he was on me, pulling my panties aside to push himself in.
He slid in all the way to his hilt, and I felt myself stretching deliciously around him—and then he started to pound, taking me at my word, no time for tease or build up, just the ferocity of desperate fucking, when one person needed to give and the other needed to be filled.
I bit my lips to hold back the sounds I wanted to make, the small cries of surprise, the satisfied moans of pleasure—he wanted me—after everything I’d told him he still wanted me—wanted to be with me—wanted to be so deep inside.
His hands were holding the chair over my head, and I was curled into a comma, it was all I could do to hold on.
But I didn’t even need to come—I just needed to feel him inside me—then one of his hands snaked between us and he started to play with my clit with his thumb.
“Mark—" I protested in a loud hiss.
He chuckled, but he wouldn’t stop—he redoubled his efforts, until his pounding was a steady rock and his thumb kept rubbing till it found the right spot which he knew when I kicked up against him, trying to get more of his thumb as he fucked me.
My eyes closed and my toes pointed and my whole body tensed until I came for him, biting on my own hand to stop from screaming.
He, however, had no such compunction. “Angela,” he growled, and I felt his cock stiffen inside me, ready to fill me with its load. “Angela—baby—Angela,” he shouted, his hips spasming against mine, his cum pouring out, so much I would’ve sworn I could feel its heat pooling inside.
He collapsed over me, breathing hard. We’d only taken less than five minutes, I knew, and yet I felt like I’d been safe for hours. Mark hauled himself up to kiss me. “How can you do that to me, every time?” He pulled back, sliding out, taking a tissue off the desk to clean himself.
I lowered my legs more slowly. I loved being filled—I didn’t want to lose the sensation. “Won’t you get into trouble?” I was already wondering what kind of walk of shame I’d have to do outside. Mark’s office had windows. All the blinds were pulled, but there was no way a secretary hadn’t heard.
He smiled and rose back up onto his feet, setting himself inside his slacks again. “It’s called Carrera Law for a reason. Also the walls are sound proof.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” I protested, standing up to set my skirt back down. My panties were too thin a barrier to protect my skirt from his cum—I’d have to change clothes the second I got home.
“It was too hot watching you try to be quiet. Which you weren’t, by the way, but the trying made me harder.”
I flushed. “I’d have thought that was impossible.”
“Then wait till the next time you’re in here, when you’re bent over my desk and I’m taking your ass on it.”
My thighs pulsed together at the thought of it and warm things inside me sank. “Goddamn you, Mark.”
He laughed and leaned forward to kiss me, far more chaste than anything that’d come before. “I want you thinking about that all day, Angela. None of your other problems, you hear me? The second you start to worry, I want you to start thinking about me taking your ass and filling it with my cock.”
I wanted to tell him that was impossible, that the things I had to fear were far greater than the primal urge I felt when we were together. But right now, half-panting, with his cum leaking out and slicking my thighs, I genuinely couldn’t.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said, and grabbed my ass hard enough to help me imagine. “Go home, have a normal day, and I’ll talk to you tonight.”
I leaned up on my toes to kiss him, then picked up my much lighter bag.