by Kyla Logan
What colour eyes did she have?
He took the viewing screen in until only her face and shoulders were visible. Noticing her light blue eyes, and Cupid’s bow lips, his body hardened as he gazed upon his long-awaited mate.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder he said, “My mate, Cayden, she is my mate.”
Cayden squeezed his shoulder in response.
Jordan drew in a deep breath before saying, “I need her.”
“You can’t go down there and teleport with her, Jordan. Let me bring her up here,” Eilish stated.
“No, I must…”
“Eilish is right, Jordan. There are too many humans around. You need to meet her in private for the first time,” Cayden cut in.
Jordan sighed. He knew that Cayden was right. There were far too many humans around. Someone was sure to witness it if he entered her lab but didn’t come out again in the normal way.
“All right, but be quick. I do not know how long I can wait to be with her,” he answered before turning his attention firmly on Micaela… his mate.
Chapter Seven
Micaela rubbed the back of her neck; she had a feeling someone was watching her. But she couldn’t see anyone when she glanced around. Her room was totally enclosed and private; up to about seven feet, it was solid wall, then it turned to frosted glass. Great for letting in as much light as possible. There were security cameras placed in the room, and out in the corridors, but the sensation of being scrutinised did not come from the cameras. In fact she had paid attention to the scanning timeframe on them, and the sense of being watched was not the same at all.
Someone was watching her. Someone who didn’t need to use the normal surveillance methods.
Shrugging her shoulders, Micaela turned her attention back to the files sitting on her desk. She gave her three choices another quick read, before deciding that her decision on wanting to interview these three was the correct one.
Each had had papers published as to their interest in alternative fuel sources. All had excellent references, although she could tell by the tone of some that their previous employers had reservations about their ideas.
What else was new? She’d had the same response with her own work. But now she had the opportunity to explore ideas that had been on her mind for years. Ever since she became aware of how hurt the world was, and how much damage the humans on the Earth had done it. That was the reason she studied so hard; it was all leading up to this point in her life.
But it looked like there might be a serpent in the garden. Or rather beings that were not humans, and not of her species… shape shifters.
Micaela turned around as the door opened and Eilish walked into the room with a smile on her beautiful face. Caela didn’t sense any intent to harm or subterfuge from either her or her sister. Now Rohan was another matter altogether, but again she hadn’t sensed any harmful feelings from him.
She decided, as she had then, to go with the flow and when she went to her lodging at the local Alpha’s home today, she would tell him all she had observed.
He was bound to know something or at least have the means to check these people out.
Eilish walked over to join her and said, “I see you have chosen your three for interviews. Were you happy with the choice of applicants?”
Micaela stood up and gathered the files in her hands. “Yes, thank you, Eilish; you all did a wonderful job of narrowing down the list for me. I think these three are the most promising though.”
Eilish held out her hand for the files and glanced at the names on the flaps, before saying, “Yes, I think you’re right; from what I remember these candidates were the best. Jordan is available now. I came down to show you up to his office.”
Caela took off her lab coat and slipped her suit jacket back on. She hadn’t really needed it on, but she felt more comfortable in her uniform. Following Eilish down the corridor then into the lift, she attempted to see if there were any clues from her scent. Anything that would give her away. It was frustrating not knowing what she was.
Exiting the lift, Micaela was once again hit by the delicious scent that had intrigued her at her interview. She looked right then left, trying to get a fix on the direction of the aroma. She noticed that Eilish had a grin on her face and she knew damn well she had seen her sniffing.
Great, now she’ll think I’m weird. Micaela tried to keep herself from trying to find the owner of the scent, but it didn’t work. The stronger it got, the more intense her reaction to it became, until all she could think of was her need to find the male it belonged to.
Because it most definitely was of male origin; the hint of musk was too strong to be otherwise. But more importantly -- she was certain it belonged to her mate.
Eilish stopped by the office door that Caela remembered from her previous visit. The owner of the room was present this time. She wanted to close her eyes and take his musky fragrance into her own body, so that it would be with her always.
Oh yes, this was her mate.
Her nipples were taut peaks against her blouse; she was glad they were hidden by her jacket. She hadn’t even seen him yet, and her reaction to him was undeniable.
After a quick knock, Eilish opened the door and walked through. Micaela had to force her legs to work so she could follow her.
“Here is Dr. Annan, Jordan. Micaela, this is our boss, Jordan McCabe.”
All Micaela could do was stand and watch as he came toward her. She was peripherally aware that Eilish said a quick goodbye and left the office. But she couldn’t have answered her if her life depended on it.
This male was her mate. She could not deny that, to do so was to deny her wolf which had raised her head and confirmed this was her mate when she saw him.
Only problem was… he was no more human than the others! He stopped when he was beside her. Neither had uttered a word. None seemed to be needed. Both of them could only stare at each other it seemed.
Micaela began to take note of his appearance. Tall, that was her first impression. Tall and very well built. He had broad shoulders, and she could tell that he was very muscular under his jacket. It seemed to be bursting at the seams, with the fast and shallow breaths he was taking.
His shoulder length, dark brown hair was caught back at his nape. She couldn’t see what held it in place, but it looked glossy and thick. The kind of hair she would love running her fingers through.
Her wolf agreed.
Looking up, way up, into his deep emerald green eyes, she found herself caught by his piercing gaze.
Trapped with no way of escape… unless he let her go.
Micaela tried to clear her throat. One of them had to say something -- anything. But he beat her to it. “My mate. You do not know how long I have waited for you, Micaela. I thought that I would never find you,” he said huskily.
Caela didn’t find it strange that he claimed her as his mate. Her wolf was clamouring to make her do the same. She kept quiet. She needed to think.
Away from him.
Away from the delicious, but confusing aroma of her mate. She started to back away, never taking her gaze off his face. Caela knew when he realised what she planned. A hardness filled his handsome features. His square, chiselled jaw firmed, and a frown grew on those kissable lips of his.
“Do not be frightened of me, little one. I would cut off my hand before I would harm you in any way.” He lifted his hand and stroked his palm gently down one side of her face, before cupping her cheek in his palm.
Micaela was lost. The overwhelming sensations, the delicious and intoxicating scent of musky male flesh, made her throw caution to the wind. She leaned into his palm, then laid her own hand under his jacket on his breast bone. A shiver ran through him at her touch.
Jordan closed his eyes as Micaela ran her thumb over his nipple. It grew taut and hard in reaction to her caress. He shrugged off his jacket, and tore open the fastening on his shirt, giving her seeking hands access to his bare skin.
He had thought
she was going to run for one moment, but after he touched her she was as caught up in the pleasure of finally being together as he was. Jordan still sensed she was unsure of him. Her brain waves were so different from a human’s. Hard to pinpoint, hard to read. But he could feel her opening up to him the more he touched her and she touched him.
Slipping his hands under her jacket, he pushed it over her shoulders and down over her arms and let it drop on the ground. He brushed his fingertips over the hard points of her nipples through her blouse.
He had to touch her skin. To be as close to her as possible. To bind her to him in a way she could never want to escape.
And he knew he had to do this now. Right this minute, because he could feel the hesitation in her.
Not because he was her mate, but because of who he was. He knew she somehow sensed he wasn’t any more human than she was herself.
“Open for me, Micaela. I need to taste you,” Jordan whispered against her lips.
In his mind he was talking to her, hoping against hope that he would hit the correct frequency and be able to link minds with her. I need to touch you, little one. Let me in, and allow me to pleasure you as you have never been pleasured before.
He knew his voice ached with his need to be part of her. She opened her beautiful light blue eyes, heavy and sensual in her desire for him. Jordan slanted his mouth over hers, and drank from her, tongues tangling, both fighting to dominate their first kiss. Then he felt the slight withdrawal of hers as she surrendered to his right to be the guide.
Jordan needed her, wanted to be skin to skin. It didn’t matter that this was his office. He knew that if he took her someplace else she would find a way to deny what was happening between them.
It had to be here and now that he claimed her for the first time. Jordan broke away from her mouth with reluctance, gathered the edges of her blouse and ripped it apart. Micaela’s gasp of surprise gave way to the aroma of her arousal. He took a deep breath and changed the nails in one hand to claws, cutting down the front of her bra with one sharp tip.
Micaela looked up into his eyes in shock. Jordan grinned wickedly at her, glad he had given her something else to think about. He unfastened her skirt and slid it over her hips. The sight that met his eyes caused his already hard cock to spurt pre-come.
She had on thigh-high stockings, and no underwear.
“Naughty girl. If I had known this was what awaited me I would have joined you in your lab instead of waiting for you here,” he whispered in her ear.
Lifting her into his arms he carried her the short distance to his desk, and let her slide down his body. It was torture beyond belief to him. The warm, soft curves pressed against his harder male body, arousing both of them to the breaking point if their simultaneous moans of pleasure were any indication.
Jordan lifted her again until she was perched on the edge of his desk, then bent down and took one hard nubbin into his mouth. Sucking strongly on the taut bud, Jordan let the rosy tip pop out of his mouth, before paying attention to its twin.
He raked his teeth over her nipple before drawing it into his mouth, alternately licking and sucking.
Jordan felt Micaela unclip his hair from the clasp at his nape and run her fingers through his hair. She bunched up the long ends and bent forwards over his head. He heard the long inhalation she took as she drew his scent into her.
He was turned on as he had never been before. She smelt his hair and that made his cock spurt.
Jordan pulled back and opened the zipper on his trousers, letting his cock spring free. Micaela reached down and caught his hard length in her hand, moving up and down until he could take no more. “No, I need to be in you, little one,” he growled, reaching down and running a finger over her drenched labia.
Her hips pushed against his hand and he knew neither of them needed any further foreplay. But he had to taste her before he claimed her.
Jordan dropped to his knees and inhaled her intimate scent, before bending closer. Tongue probing deep into her pussy, he drank her juices down, enjoying her unique taste.
Micaela cried out, body shuddering as she reached her orgasm. He continued to drink from her, fucking her slowly with his tongue as he let her shudders come to an end. Jordan withdrew from her reluctantly. He wanted more, much more of her essence, but he needed his cock in her body -- now.
He rose before her and pulled her hips forward until they were just off the desk. Micaela leaned back on her elbows, looking at him with a glazed expression in her eyes.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and made little forward thrusts into her tight depths. Finally he was able to sink deep into the warm and wet haven of her body.
Jordan groaned as Micaela’s internal muscles tightened around his cock. Moving in and out, Jordan thrust harder and harder as he strived to reach his own pleasure. He didn’t want to come alone, so he flicked his finger over Micaela’s clit, rubbing it gently so that she too would reach orgasm again.
She made little gasping noises as her body continued to grip him tightly, until she screamed as her body convulsed around his cock, throwing him into his own intense eruption of pleasure.
Jordan fell across Micaela’s body before burying his face in her neck. The throbbing of blood in her vein called to him, but he resisted taking her blood for the moment.
He wanted her in his house for that, so that he would be able to give her the explanations she would demand from him.
Reluctantly he let his cock slide from her wet depths. Taking a clean hankie from his pocket, he cleaned her of their combined release before looking into her eyes.
The glazed look had gone, but her eyes had warmth to them that he welcomed. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.
Eilish, clean up behind me, will you? I don’t want Janet walking in and wondering what happened. I am taking my mate home with me.
Not waiting on a reply, Jordan lifted Micaela into his arms and teleported to his home.
Chapter Eight
Micaela couldn’t believe she had just fucked her boss in his office. And within minutes of meeting him! Before she could ask him to let her up, he stood and lifted her into his arms… again. She would have to ask him to stop doing that.
The room disappeared before her eyes -- blankness -- then a strange room appeared around them. Jordan strode toward an adjacent door, which led into a massive bathroom. Micaela looked around with interest as he placed her on her own two feet, and turned toward the large walk-in shower cubicle.
His trousers disappeared as if by magic, and he turned and held out his hand toward her. “Come, we will shower; then we will talk.”
She started to answer him, but he held up his hand, and said, “No, shower first, questions later.”
Micaela sniffed with annoyance at his commanding tone. She would let him know how she felt about being ordered around… later though. A shower did sound good.
She removed her stockings then followed him into the cubicle and sighed in pleasure as the powerful jets of water hit her body in all the right places. Micaela raised her head to let the water wash the sweat from her face and neck. She was surprised when she felt Jordan’s soapy hands massage her shoulders, but as he worked the knots from her muscles, she relaxed and let him continue. “That feels so good. I didn’t realise I was so tense,” Micaela murmured, turning to face him.
Jordan bent and kissed her passionately. He ran his hands down over her arms, then back up again, before cupping her breasts possessively.
He lowered his mouth to take possession of her nipple once more. Micaela was stunned at the waves of ravenous hunger that Jordan was projecting.
How was she picking up on so much of his emotions? His feelings? His desires for her?
Because you are my life mate, and I am yours, Caela.
Micaela’s heart jumped, startled as she heard his voice talking to her in her mind. Never before had this happened. Only when she was in shifter form was mind to mind talking possible. “How?” she as
ked shakily.
Lifting his head from her breast, Jordan looked down at her with hungry, passion-filled green eyes. “My people communicate easily in this way. It was only a matter of time before I found the right frequency, for want of a better word, in your mind, so that we could talk this way too.”
He must have thought she would accept his brief explanation as he turned his attention to her other breast without waiting for a reply.
Micaela forgot she wanted answers as the skin on her body became sensitised to his touch. She wanted and needed him deep in her depths again. She knew this was the mating heat, had heard how the need of the wolf must be met. But she hadn’t realised it would happen so quickly to her.
Jordan was nuzzling her between one breast and the other. Micaela needed his mouth on her pussy. Her wolf demanded it. “Lick me,” she ordered, pushing his head lower and opening her legs to give him access.
Giving a short laugh, Jordan did as she asked. Kneeling in front of her, he slid one finger into her wet pussy.
Micaela moaned as his large finger stimulated her, but it wasn’t enough. “More,” she gasped at him.
Jordan added another two fingers to her pussy. Caela gripped his hair in her fists as she tried to make him comply with her demands.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, his tongue simulating his cock with an in and out rhythm.
She cried out as pleasure rippled through her body at his touch. “More! I need you in me, Jordan. Please.”
Jordan withdrew his mouth from her pussy as she finished talking. He stood up and turned her so she was once again facing away from him. He took her hands and placed them on the two built-in soap shelves on the cubicle wall. “Keep them there. Don’t move them.”
Then he lifted her hips, bringing her bottom toward him, and thrust his hard, thick cock into her pussy.
Micaela moaned in delight as his hips thrust hard against her, driving his cock deep into her body, again and again.