Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
LINC
I’m in my office when she arrives. Terrance is helping her settle into her office, and while I know, for a fact, she’s not his type, I still clench my fists as I stare out of the window and see them laughing together.
If he weren’t so valuable to our research and development team, I might have a few harsh words for him, driven 100% by irrational jealousy. But he is. I can’t storm out there and demand to know why they’re laughing.
That would be too much. Too intense.
Still, the next time she grins at him, a grin that I’d much rather have set on me or any of my pack, I stride out of my office and toward her cubicle.
Terrance sees me coming and nods. “Hey, boss.”
“Hey,” I tell him with a real smile because he’s not responsible for my alpha— get away from my unmarked omega before I rip your head off— ness. “Settling in okay?” I ask Daria. The black slacks she’s wearing are tight and mold to her body, whereas her pale pink top is loose and...flowy? Whatever. It’s hiding far too many curves for my liking, and there’s the matter of the bow right above her left breast, which appears to be holding the whole thing together.
How mad would she be if I broke her shirt just to watch it flutter to the floor?
She subtly inhales, and I do the same, fighting a groan.
To anyone else, our scents are just that. Scents. Every person has their own unique genetic makeup, and what appeals to one person, may not appeal to another. To some, my scent might smell more like ammonia or something equally unappealing.
But I smell more than her perfume. Daria smells like lavender and sex. My cock hardening, I stick my hands into the pockets of my pants, fighting a grumpy growl as I keep my expression pleasantly neutral.
Vic. Fucker. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised he found a way to get to her. His collar looks quite lovely around her neck.
“Terrance was just helping me log into my computer.” She shoots him an appreciative smile before sliding her gaze over me. Her attention snags on my crotch, and I grab the inside of my pockets, tugging my pants flush against my length. The tiny inhalation I get in response goes straight to my balls.
“I was thinking, after, I’d show her the lay of the land.” Terrance shoots me a questioning look, like he’s asking if that’s still all right.
Dammit. Daria made a point to say she didn’t want this job to impact her career. Special attention from the boss might start rumors, and while everyone here is more open with discussing pleasure and the science behind arousal, nothing is hotter tea than the boss fucking the new employee.
“Right,” I say, letting go of my pockets and hoping my fists inside my pockets is enough to hide the erection from Terrance. It helps that he isn’t looking at me the way Daria did. “That sounds great. Terrance, can you stop by my office once you’re all done here?”
He nods. “Sure thing.”
“You’re in good hands,” I tell Daria with a distanced smile. “Settle in today, and tomorrow, we’ll get to work.” With that, I turn and force myself to walk away. It’s like trudging through mud.
Grabbing my phone from my desk as soon as I get into my office, I shoot off a text without rereading it.
Really, Vic?
Vic
Does she smell like me?
I can all but picture the shit-eating grin he’s wearing.
Yes. I want to be pissed.
But?
She needs to know how much you want her. She needs to know who you are.
You’re getting sappy. I thought that was Kai’s job.
He is rather emotional, isn’t he?
Kai
You both realize I’m in this chat too, right?
Obviously, that’s why we’re talking shit.
Kai
*sends a gif of someone glaring*
Would it be too much to buy her lunch?
Kai
We do that for all the new employees.
Yeah, but I didn’t want to fuck any of them.
Vic
Aw. Is your dick hard?
Right. Well, he basically asked for a picture, now, didn’t he? Stepping into the bathroom attached to my office, I whip out my cock and snap a quick photo and send it through.
Vic
What the fuck, Linc?
Visual evidence is stronger than anecdotal, don’t you think?
Kai
I’m on the fucking plane, waiting to take off.
Then, my dick can keep you company on your long flight. Maybe you can snuggle it.
Kai
I’m muting you. No more dick pics. I’m serious.
Maybe one more?
Vic and Kai respond at the same time in all caps with a resounding NO.
Snickering and setting my phone down, I palm my shaft, thinking of the way Daria’s eyes widened when she saw what I was working with. I imagine her making that same face as I thrust into her for the first time, her walls struggling to stretch to accommodate my width, but she’d take it, moaning as I fuck into her deep and hard.
Oh no, look at that, my hand is slowly pumping up and down my length.
I grab the little bottle of lube from the floating shelf next to the mirror. One plus side to owning Good Vibes? No one looks twice when you take lube or toys to test out on yourself. Holding my cock with my palm up, I flip the cap of the lube open and squeeze out a quarter-size helping of the slick oil before tossing the bottle in the sink and wrapping my hand tightly around my length.
The lube has my hand gliding up and down with ease, and I shamelessly jack off, imagining Daria perched on the ledge of my sink, thighs splayed open and head tipped back while my teeth sink into her neck, marking her for all to see. Making her officially Pack Kelly’s omega.
I force my hand up and down my cock faster and faster until my ass clenches as I thrust into my grip, balls tightening and clenching, cock throbbing and pulsing.
Her scent, that lavender, seems to grow stronger the more I think about her.
Lincoln .
Fuck, my name sounds good on her lips. God, I want her to scream it. I want her to beg me to let her come. I want her so thoroughly fucked, she’ll walk funny the next day.
Lincoln.
I grunt and bite down on my cheek to stifle my moan. Cum sprays all over the front of the sink cabinet. “Fuck,” I rasp, jerking my hand down my length once more and grunting as the final bit of cum spurts out.
A soft rap comes from the other side of the door, and I stiffen, panting and still holding my cock.
“Uh, I’m a little busy.”
“I’ll wait,” Daria replies.
A purr rumbles in my chest. My omega heard me coming? Did she know I was thinking about her? I guess I wasn’t imagining her saying my name, and now, I wished I would have wrenched the door open to let her watch, but that would definitely be grounds for a lawsuit.
I put my dick away and quickly clean up the mess I made, grabbing the sanitizing wipes and thoroughly scrubbing the cabinet so the cleaning crew won’t have to. After a quick wash of my hands and a nod at myself in the mirror, I open the door and meet her heated gaze.
“I was just thinking about you,” I purr.
She bites her bottom lip as the scent of my arousal slams into her. Pupils dilating, she clenches her fists and watches me shut the door. “Lincoln.” Her voice is husky now.
“Bunny,” I respond with a knowing smirk. Leaning against the edge of my desk, I glance out of the windows of my office, hating, for the first time, the interior design concept I picked out. If I had picked drywall instead of windows, I could just throw her on my desk and sink inside of her until my balls slap against her soft skin. “How was your tour?”
“What were you doing?” she asks.
I arch an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want me to tell you that I was jacking off as I imagined fucking you in my bathroom while everyone”—I sweep my hand toward the greater part of the floor—“was none the wiser?”
Her cheeks turn a delectable shade of red. “Jesus.”
“Amen.”
She tries not to laugh, but a chuckle slips past her lips. “Are you always this intense? I thought you were the funny one.”
I hum and pick up one of the dildos that was dropped off for my approval. This one is so thick, it might require stretching, and it’s modeled after a tentacle. To anyone watching, I could be telling her about the company or what we do.
Instead, I wrap my fingers around the girthiest part of the toy. “I am the funny one, but that doesn’t mean I’m not dying to know what you taste like or how you scream when you come.” As I mimic how I stroked my cock only moments ago, she watches with a parted mouth, eyes hooding while my hand moves up and down the dildo.
“Kai got to taste you. Vic’s been inside of you. Your scent is like the sweetest torture. Floral in a rich and earthy way, and then there’s the way you still smell like sex, like Vic’s cum is still leaking out of you. I’ve never been more jealous, but—” I pause until she lifts her gaze to meet mine. “Make no mistake, Daria, I plan to know exactly what you feel like before the day is done.”
“That sounds inappropriate,” she whispers, though she doesn’t look scared or resistant. If anything, her eyes darken at the prospect of being naughty.
I set the dildo back on the table and stand, walking until I’m two feet away from her. “Can I buy you lunch?” I ask, switching subjects so fast, it takes her a moment to recover.
Daria shakes her head. “That’s not necessary.”
“We do it for all new employees. Kai is flying out to the production plant today, so it looks like it’ll be you and me.” I study her, wondering if she’ll try to get out of lunch and everything that comes with it. “Feeling brave, bunny?” I taunt, unable to resist.
She tips her chin. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope.” I smirk.
“Fine. I like Thai food.”
Breathing in, I savor her scent and purr, loving that she’s not scared.
“You should go back to your desk before I do something we’ll both regret,” I say, my voice hoarse from how hard I’m restraining myself.