The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

Ginrummy

The plan is unfolding. Kylie hacked SeCure and installed his code. That much worked. As did the leak to the press to get the FBI onto her. He didn’t care whether the FBI found her or not-the point was just to throw them off his trail.

Mr. X said they took care of her grandmother. He didn’t ask what that meant. He knew.

Time to issue the next blackmail threat. He shifts around in his seat, heat building under his collar. The feds are all over the building, and everyone is talking about the private meeting King had with one of the agents.

What in the hell did it mean? What could King have to say to the agent that he wouldn’t say in front of his executive team?

He doesn’t like it.

He spent all morning answering the same questions about Kylie four times to different agents. Now, he’s supposed to give them access to the SeCure system so their infosec people can do their own investigations.

He has nothing to hide. Kylie uploaded the malware; his IP or prints aren’t on anything.

He checks his phone. A message has come through from Mr. X.

Making the call to King, now.

A muscles twitches in his cheek. This is the part of Mr. X’s plan that goes way beyond cybersecurity and credit card numbers.

They’re making a play to take down the entire company. The credit card number theft was a diversion from the true infection into backup data, which granted the X team the capacity to wipe out every record stored by SeCure. So asking SeCure to transfer five hundred million dollars to restore the files won’t be too much. If successful, it will be the biggest ransomware attack in history. If not, they already stole a half billion in credit card transactions.

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Kylie

At dusk, I limp to the shower to clean up before Jackson shows. He hasn’t contacted me all day, and I’m itchy to see him. To touch him. My body feels achy from the sex and my run up the mountain, but all I can think about is having Jackson’s hands on me, having him take me roughly the way he wants to-biting me and marking me as his own. It’s like the full moon has affected me, too.

The scrapes on my knee look a week old instead of a day. I guess werewolf saliva is better than dog spit.

I spent the day hacking into multiple credit card company sites to get the data on the stolen card numbers. By my estimate, around five hundred million dollars was stolen in the twenty-four hours before the owners were notified and cards frozen. It must have been all automated. Using the small vendors’ merchant accounts stolen, they charged random amounts under a few thousand dollars on each credit card. Again, it suggests an insider, someone who knew what data they would find and how it would be configured in order to have pre-programmed such a complex formula.

With no contact from Jackson-although his reasons for limiting it are sound-emptiness sets in. He doesn’t think he can be with me. He wants to-I know that much-but he believes he’ll harm me.

I’m not afraid, though. He pulled back when I screamed. Went to his belly, even when I gave chase. He has way more control than he believes. And I’m not afraid of being marked. In fact, the idea thrills me. Maybe this is why ordinary men never interested me. I needed a superhuman.

I want to know everything about his shifter life. What it’s like, how it works. What happens on the full moon. Which is tonight.

The bathroom door opens and closes, and my heart picks up speed. Through the foggy glass door of the shower, I see Jackson’s wide frame. “Jackson?”

A moment later, he slides open the shower door. He’s naked, his sheathed erection even more pronounced than it was this morning. Blue eyes burn from his face. His hands ball into fists at his side, his expression dark, furious. Hungry.

I catch my breath. “Jackson?” My voice wobbles.

He steps into the shower with me. I half expect to see elongated fangs when he opens his mouth, and I tense, not sure whether I’m going to let him mark me or not.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in the shower since the night you first showed up at my house.” His voice is low and gravelly. “You think I didn’t see you touching yourself through that fogged-up glass door?”

A shiver of pure desire runs through me, shooting down my inner thighs, curling my toes.

He catches my wrists and spins me to face the shower wall. His touch is reverent as he presses my palms against the tile. “New rule,” he murmurs in my ear. “You don’t touch that pussy without my permission. Understand?”

I don’t, but I’m too turned on to speak.

“I need to hear a yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.” The words slip out of me before I even know I’m going to speak them. Heat blooms in my core at the bossy edict.

“Do you know why?” His voice is like a rumbling purr in my ear.

“N-no.”

He reaches around to cup my mons, sliding two fingers along my wet slit. “This pussy belongs to me. I get to pleasure it. My job. Got it?”

Oh Jesus, fuck. My legs tremble from desire. I can’t do anything but moan my assent.

“Good girl.” He rewards me with a quick shimmy of the pad of his finger over my clit.

My knees buckle, but it doesn’t matter, because he wraps an arm around my waist, catching me and holding me up as he penetrates me with two fingers. I throw my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes, lost in the ecstasy of his touch, his heat.

“You left me blue-balled this morning, kitten.”

I cry out as he grinds the heel of his hand over my clit.

“I’m going to have to punish you, now.”

“Yes,” I breathe. Punish me. Fuck me. Keep me as your plaything. I want to be owned by Jackson. Marked by him, no matter how much it hurts.

He pulls his hand away from the notch between my thighs, and I moan with disappointment. “Ass out, baby.”

I immediately obey, pushing my ass backward for his punishment.

He slaps it, and I shriek. The water makes it sting so much harder; the tile makes the crack of his palm echo. He spanks my other cheek then repeats, right and left. I’m in heaven, the cacophony of sensations-the water of the shower, the pain of his spanks, the pleasure of his touch all mingle to bring me right to the edge of orgasm.

Jackson groans. “Fates, I love spanking you. I ought to take a belt to your ass for the state you left me in today.” His voice is a deep rumble that seems to enter my body through every pore.

When I don’t disagree, he curses. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, kitten, you won’t be able to walk right. Then you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”

I steal a glance over my shoulder, checking for fangs. The domination is hot, but it’s also way over the top, tonight, and I’m not sure if he’s in control. When I shift my weight, the pain in my ankle twinges.

Jackson surges forward and catches under the thigh of my hurt leg, hoisting my knee up to the tile wall. His body molds against my back, the head of his cock prodding my entrance. “Are you okay, baby?” His lips brush my ear as he speaks.

If possible, my pussy turns even more molten. He’s in control. Protecting me. Like he’s done from the start.

“Yeah,” I pant.

“Reach down and guide me in.”

I obey, reaching between my splayed legs and directing his cock to the sweet spot of entry.

He eases forward, parting me, filling me, inch by delicious inch. The position is so lewd, his dominance so extreme, I feel like the star of a porn movie. Jackson makes an approving hum behind me and then thrusts upward. “Take all of me,” he growls.

I cry out. It’s the good kind of hurt-deep and delicious. His cock stretches me, hits the front of my passage on each ramming instroke.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Not yet, baby.” Jackson must be talking between clenched teeth. He braces himself with one hand against the shower wall by my head and continues to plow into me.

Need coils tight within me. “Please.”

“Oh fates, baby. Are you begging? Keep fucking begging. That makes me so hard for you, kitten.”

Tears sting my eyes. I’m desperate for release. My one standing leg shakes so hard, it’s a wonder it holds me up. “Please, please, Jackson,” I plead.

An inhuman sound rips from his throat, and I freeze. He fucks me so deep and hard, I see stars. Another roar blasts against the shower walls, and Jackson plunges deep, lifting me off my feet, spearing me with his erupting cock. He catches me around the waist, still holding my lifted knee with his other hand.

I clench around him, release spiraling out of me in a divine series of squeezes and shudders, until I’m wrung out and limp with pleasure. All the time, I’m waiting for the bite, but it never comes.

I can’t decide if I’m disappointed or relieved.

“You take my cock so well, baby.” His lips are right at my ear again, his deep, rasping voice seductive. “Open your eyes and look at where you are.”

Are my eyes still closed? It seems they are. I allow them to flutter open. I’m still nose to tile with the shower wall, Jackson’s hard muscled body pressed against my back.

“This is a tight space, don’t you think?”

My heart hiccups. It is a very tight space. And the exit is blocked. And I’m not the least bit afraid.

I let out a puff of laughter. “It is.”

He nips my ear. “You survived it.” He eases out of me and gently turns me around. His eyes are still blue, and his teeth do look sharper than usual, but he is clearly Jackson the man, not the wolf.

“I’m not afraid when I’m with you.” It’s true. Not a twinge of claustrophobia.

He shakes his head. “You don’t ever need to be afraid again. You’ve conquered it.”

I’m not sure I share his confidence in me. This situation is special. Next time, I probably won’t have a goddess-worthy male fucking the daylights out of me to make me forget to be scared. But I love that he remembers. That he cares.

I smile up at him. “Maybe we should practice a little more to be sure.”

Agony flits over his expression. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it. I need to get out of here and run. Otherwise, I’m going to end up tying you to the bed and fucking you for the next eight hours. And that’s if you’re lucky and I don’t lose control.”

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