by Mia Harris
“You have it. My permission.”
Greg’s eyes glowed green again, and he growled, his voice deep and guttural.
“Are you sure? As I said, us were-folk can be quite dominant sometimes.”
“Yes.”
Without another word, he pulled his suit jacked off, stalked over to Jessa from behind his desk, and then grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. Smirking down at her, he picked her up and placed her on the edge of the desk before leaning in and nuzzling her neck. His warm breath on her ears sent shivers racing down Jessa’s spine, and she knew that she had made the right decision.
Greg began to plant soft kisses on the smooth skin of her neck, and she picked up on the faint scent of the earthy pine mixed with his cologne. As her legs dangled off the desk, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. He growled into her ear for a moment and then looked into her eyes before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
Jessa closed her eyes, threw her head back and allowed him to take firm control, his tongue sliding along her lips until she opened her mouth to him. Hungrily exploring her mouth, Greg reached a hand around her back and pulled her even closer to him.
As their tongues continued to entwine, streams of heat began to flow through Jessa’s body, running up her spine and flooding her brain with desire for this gorgeous man. The fact that he was her boss, and a werewolf, served to make the experience even hotter. Greg finally broke the kiss, and she could see his eyes darken with arousal as his gaze lingered on her face. She felt a tingling, pulsing sensation begin to spread to the area between her legs, and a distinct heat was beginning to rise in her neck and chest.
Greg resumed his nuzzling of her neck, and as he did so, he began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. Jessa helped him to undo them, and then pulled the blouse over her shoulders. His jaw clenched with desire as he took in the soft, creamy flesh of her full breasts nestled in the cups of her black lacy bra, and he buried his face in her cleavage. Bolts of electricity seemed to be bursting through her veins, and she couldn’t believe what was happening.
Finally coming up for air, Greg reached one hand to her back. The other slid to her stomach, trailing along her skin in circular patterns before reaching back up and squeezing her breasts.
“God, your body… I want to see it all. Please,” he said, his eyes conveying a sense of urgency that Jessa had never seen.
No one had ever made her feel this way about her voluptuous curves, and within just minutes with him, she had regained all the lost confidence of the previous day’s events. She leaned back, unhooked her bra and dropped it on the desk next to her, and his eyes began to burn with a fiery passion as he watched her breasts spring free from the material. Sliding one hand over her right breast, he slid his mouth over the left and swirled his tongue over her delicate pink nipples. Another bolt of electricity seemed to flow through her, and she felt her legs trembling with wanton desire for him.
Growling, he pulled her off the desk and set her down on the floor, and then reached his hands up her skirt, touching her legs and stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs as they moved slowly upwards, getting higher and higher. Jessa’s breathing was becoming fast and shallow, and her heart was racing even faster than before. She reached to the side of her skirt, trying to find the zipper, and Greg pushed her hands away. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head and held them down.
“I want to take it off. I’m in charge here,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.
Jessa shivered at his words. He had said that he could be dominant, and it appeared that that particular alpha side of him was showing itself now. He pulled his hands away, unzipped the skirt, and then yanked it down over her ankles before throwing it aside. Wearing only black lacy panties now, Jessa wondered if he would still be attracted to her now that he could see almost everything.
She didn’t have to worry. His eyes lit up as they lingered on her soft curves, and he pulled her legs apart before settling his weight on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs so that his groin was directly up against hers. Gasping as she felt how hard he was through his black pants, Jessa felt the heat from her chest beginning to take over her body, starting an inferno deep within. She needed him as much as he needed her.
He pinned her wrists behind her head again, and began to grind his hips slowly against hers. Jessa felt her panties dampening as he continued his movements, and she desperately wished that he would take his clothes off too. Seemingly reading her mind, Greg suddenly pulled away and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen underneath. His chest was sprinkled with dark curly hair, and his jaw clenched again as he stared down at her. Leaning back down, he resumed grinding his hips into her and then slid his mouth over her right ear.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he murmured.
Jessa was embarrassed. She knew exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Greg growled into her ear and repeated his question.
“Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“I… I want you to touch me. I need to feel you inside me,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks turning pink.
She felt him smile against her ear, and goose bumps prickled her skin as they spread all over her naked upper body. Keeping one of his hands above her head to hold her wrists down, he trailed the other slowly downwards, over her stiff nipples, and then over her soft belly and hips. Finally, he reached the edge of her panties, and he slid the palm of his hand inside.
Jessa moaned softly, knowing that he was about to discover how wet she was. He growled into her ear again as his hand began to stroke between her folds, feeling how ready she was for him.
“I think you can do better than what you said earlier. Tell me, what do you really want me to do to you?” he murmured.
She moaned again as he slid one finger inside of her, and she saw his eyes glowing triumphantly as he lifted his head and stared down at her. Leaving her hands above her head, he reached down and grabbed her jaw.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard, and fast,” she said, knowing that her face was bright red.
Her words seemed to inflame him further, and he slid another finger inside her before stroking his thumb across the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Feeling a pressure building deep within her core, Jessa began to move her hips in a rhythm with his fingers as they moved in and out of her. Greg smirked down at her, and then pulled his hand out of her panties.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, wanting him to continue.
“You’re getting your reward for telling me what you really want,” he said.
He moved his body down until his head was directly between her legs, and then hooked two fingers into the side of her panties. Looking up at her with a wicked expression on his face, he slowly pulled them off and threw them across the room before moving his mouth over her now-throbbing clitoris. He gently sucked on it for a moment, and Jessa squirmed underneath him.
Greg pulled away and grinned up at her again, and for a moment Jessa felt something cold and wet touching her inner thighs. She realized that it was the cold, slightly-wet nose of a wolf, and somehow knew that he just wanted to remember the scent of her inner thighs and nether regions. Looking down a moment later, she saw Greg back in his usual human form again, and he slid his tongue ever-so-slowly down her wet slit, all the way to the bottom, before licking back up and settling his mouth back onto her clitoris.
He sucked, licked and nibbled her until she felt as if she couldn’t take any more. The pressure in her core was about to explode out of her, and she bucked her hips against him as he slid a finger inside her again. Jessa moaned with delight as he began to move the finger inside of her, hitting one of her most sensitive spots as he curled it in a beckoning motion. His warm tongue continued to trace small circles and patterns on her clitoris, and seconds later she felt as if she were being swept off a cliff by waves
of ecstasy.
An incredible warmth flooded through her body as the orgasm swept over her, and she gasped and sighed with pleasure.
“Oh, god, I want you inside me. Now!” she begged, no longer ashamed of the wanton words that were escaping her mouth.
He growled again and moved back up, settling his weight on her and propping himself up on his elbows, one on either side of her. Jessa heard a metallic sound as he unzipped his pants and tugged his underwear aside, and then gasped again as she felt him rubbing his hard cock up and down her wet folds before pressing it against her still-sensitive clitoris.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmured, his eyes flickering with a devilish glow.
“Yes!”
Greg pressed himself against her slick opening and slowly entered her, groaning as he felt her warm tightness gripping his cock. Jessa gasped as he moved inside her, and instinctively arched her back, pulling him closer and deeper inside her. She ran her hands all over the tight muscles of his back and arms, moving her hips in a rhythm with his as he started to thrust in and out of her. She had never felt so desired in her entire life, and squeezed her eyes shut as he began to thrust faster, grunting with pleasure with each movement.
After a few moments, she wrapped her legs up around his back, making herself even tighter for him. His eyes darkened as she raked her nails up and down his back, and he continued to slide in and out of her, getting harder and faster with each thrust. Finally, he slowed down his movements inside her, and slid a hand down between their writhing bodies.
“I want you to come again for me,” he growled.
As he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris and began to rub, Jessa was lost. Her legs began to tremble, and every single nerve ending felt as if it were on fire as she came again. Her head was spinning, and her legs quivered and twitched uncontrollably. No man had ever been able to bring her so much pleasure before, but with Greg it felt completely natural.
He groaned in contentment as he felt her muscles contracting around him and leaned back down, sliding his mouth over her ear again.
“You’re unbelievable, Jessa. I want you to be mine forever. My mate. Say it,” he growled.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. Right now, she would have agreed to anything he asked of her.
Aroused into an even wilder state by her words, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Jessa arched her back and spread her legs, biting her lip as she looked back over one of her shoulders. Greg moved so that he was right behind her, and then plunged his hard cock back into her. Grabbing her hips to keep her steady, he thrust himself deep inside, in and out, harder and faster, panting and grunting as he moved.
Jessa reached between her legs and up to her clitoris, and then began to gently rub. Within moments, she exploded in another orgasm, and whimpered with delight as her hips involuntarily bucked up and down. Greg wasn’t going easy on her now; he was slamming himself into her, his balls slapping against her thighs as he did so, eliciting even louder moans from her as she was swept away into another sea of ecstasy.
Wanting to delay his own pleasure for as long as possible, Greg used all of his willpower to pull out, and then stood up. Pulling Jessa to her feet, he scooped her up in his strong arms and placed her back on the desk.
Jessa threw her head back and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. Locking her feet together behind his back, she gasped as he pressed his cock back against her warm, wet opening, wanting and needing him inside her again. Greg smiled wickedly and rubbed the head of his cock against her clitoris, teasing her until he thought she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Greg. I want you inside me again!” she whined in wanton frustration.
His eyes burned with desire, and he leaned in and kissed her roughly. As he did so, she ran her hands through his dark hair, and he pressed himself back inside her in one quick movement. It felt even better than before, and Jessa wanted it to last forever.
“Oh god, don’t stop doing this to me, don’t ever stop,” she gasped.
Reaching down, she grabbed his taut behind, pulling him inside her even further. Greg groaned, and slowly moved one hand down her abdomen, letting it come to rest just above her clitoris. Another warm wave of ecstasy started to flood through her body as he rubbed her with his palm, and as she exploded in yet another orgasm, her muscles contracted around him.
He groaned with pleasure as she tightened around him and held her down on the desk with his strong arms, continuing to move in and out of her. Finally, she felt his body tense for a few seconds as he came, shuddering as he spurted his hot seed deep inside her.
Panting with exhaustion, Greg pulled out of Jessa, kissing her deeply as he did. After a moment, he broke the kiss and handed her a box of tissues. As she cleaned herself up, he looked at her with his glowing green eyes.
“You meant what you said?” he growled.
“Yes. I’m yours,” she replied, looking straight into his eyes.
She knew exactly what it meant to be his mate now. She didn’t know how she knew; she just did.
“You realize what this means, don’t you? You won’t just be my mate; you will bear my children. Our children. The seed of my kind is dominant, and they will be werewolves just like me.”
“I understand,” Jessa said, still unable to believe how much her life had changed in the last twenty-four hours.
“You don’t have to work anymore. I can give you anything you desire.”
“I want to work. I quite like being your secretary. Especially if every day is going to be like today has been so far,” she replied.
He gave her a wolfish grin, and his eyes twinkled.
Wrapping his arms back around her waist, he leaned in and nuzzled her neck again. Jessa closed her eyes, and for a moment she felt the cold wet snout of his wolf-form again. She reached out to stroke his fur, but he had already shifted back to his human form. She didn’t mind. She knew that with time, he would allow her to see and touch him as a wolf more often, and that neither of them would ever be lonely again. They had found each other, and she would be his mate forever.
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My Boss Is A Werewolf 2
Jessa watched her boss and lover, Greg Taylor, as he wolfed down his breakfast across the table from her. She had stayed the night in his beautiful home as she did most nights these days, and she yawned and stretched before standing up.
“I see that you’re just a little bit hungry,” she teased, padding over to him and sliding her arms around his neck.
“Jessa, I’m eating. Stop,” he said, frowning and pushing on her arms.
She immediately drew them back and sat down in her chair again, feeling a twinge of sadness at his cool rejection of her. Even though he had claimed her as his mate, her werewolf lover had been behaving quite strangely for the past few weeks. He seemed distant and aloof, and she wondered if he had changed his mind about being with her. She desperately hoped that that wasn’t the case. In the short two months that they had been with each other, she had already fallen head over heels in love with him.
Thinking back to the night that he had rescued her from the two men in the parking lot, she smiled and perked up. That memory was always enough to make her happy, and as a little smile played on her lips, Greg studied her face intently.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked in a gruff voice.
His lips quirked up slightly, betraying his amusement, and she giggled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about the first night that I saw you as a wolf,” she replied.
He frowned again.
“You consider that to be ‘nothing’?” he asked.
“Well, no… you know what I meant.”
“I’m not sure that I do. I think I’m going to have to take you back into that bedroom and find out,” he said, his lips turning up at the corners again.
Jessa giggled as he stood up and strode over to her before scooping her up in his strong arms and c
arrying her into his bedroom. This was one thing that hadn’t changed about him in recent times; he was still a wild and attentive lover, and seemingly always ravenous for her voluptuous body.
His piercing eyes stared straight into hers as he threw her down on the bed, and she pretended to fight him, squirming away as he tried to climb on top of her.
“Greg! I’m already all dressed for work! We’ll be late,” she protested.
He grinned widely and grabbed her wrists, pinning them up behind her head.
“I’m the boss, remember? I don’t care if you’re late,” he growled.
He released her hands, and Jessa giggled underneath him as he settled his weight on top of her. She closed her eyes and lay back as he pawed at her blouse, and as he tore it open, her eyes flew open again in shock.