Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) (6 page)

The weekend passed us by without incident.  Zoe developed a nervous excitement, knowing that she was due to go into heat any day now.  We just had to hold on, and if she had her way, keep fucking like animals.

We were in the office one day when Zoe told me she was going to the copy room to make some more copies of the latest report for today’s meeting.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  The part that was a bit different came when Theo stopped by my office while she was out.

“Hey, Marco, buddy, funny thing happening.  There’s these two detectives in the meeting room saying they want to ask you some questions.”

I sat up straight, raising an eyebrow.  “Did they say what about?” I asked.

“Not really,” Theo shrugged.  “Maybe they think someone in our firm is embezzling money or something; they kinda had that ‘somebody’s in trouble’ look going on.  Not to mention a kind of ‘we’re gonna hurt someone till they die’ look to go with it.  They just say they really need to talk to you, by name and title and everything.  And they said it’s urgent, too, like get off your tush now urgent.”

I was suspicious.  That goes without saying.  I suppose now I should have been more suspicious, but I didn’t really question it then.  I got up, left a note for Zoe, and headed for the meeting room.

And as soon as I stepped through the door, I knew I’d walked into a trap.

Yes, there were two men in the room with me, like Theo said.  And yes, they were wearing detective shields.  They also looked about as intimidating as Theo had described them.  One of them was thin with a short black beard, and was busy peeling an apple with a rusty knife.  The other had a scar across one whited out eye, he had a thicker build, and he was leaning with his fist resting on the table, looking like he was waiting to punch it through something.

Still, no matter how mean or intimidating they looked, it was their scent that gave them away.  One whiff of them and I knew these two weren’t real cops.

They had the distinct scent of my own kind.

“Afternoon Mr. Lupis,” said the thin one with the beard, eating a slice of apple off his knife.  The grins on their faces belied any notion of pretense with me.  They knew I could tell what they were.

“Who are you?  What do you want?” I demanded.

“We’re just curious about you,” the bearded one said.  “When we heard one of our kind got as far as you did on his own, without even a pack to back him up, well, call us inspired.  Please, enlighten us, how did a lone wolf like you get to be such a big shot?”

My patience was not fit to be tested right then.  “Don’t play games with me!” I shouted, slamming my hands down on the table.

The scarred one rose from his seat, clenching his fists even tighter if that was possible.  But his calmer companion put a hand on his shoulder to coax him back down.  “There’s no need to shout, my friend,” the bearded one said.

“I’ll ask you again,” I said, brooking no argument, “who are you?”

The bearded one took another bite of apple off his knife.  “Just think of us as messengers,” he said.  “Our alpha asked us to come… entertain you.  I’m sure your lady friend has mentioned him.”

Now I knew for certain what I’d already suspected.  “You’re Conrad and Verne!”

“Yes, Conrad would be my name,” the bearded one said, offering out a slice of fruit on his knife.  “Care for a piece?”

A horrible realization struck me then.  If they were here…

“Zoe!”

Verne sprang up from his seat, lunging for me.  I ducked down under the table and began pushing up from beneath to overturn it.  I was fighting against Verne’s weight, but I put enough effort into it to get the table tipped over, slamming it down onto the floor.  I nearly brought my head above the long shield of the table, and corrected that mistake just in time to avoid Conrad’s rusty knife being thrown at my head, and for it to embed itself in the wood of the wall behind me.  I dashed along the floor to the other end of the table, stripping as quickly as I could in mid-motion.

I was almost finished getting out of my clothes when two wolves leapt over the top of the table, snarling and snapping at me.  The one whose scar gave him away as Verne nearly got his jaws on my ankle before I had finally shed enough to shift myself.  I stood there, my tail raised, my fur bristling, growling at the two wolves before me.  They growled back.  Verne rushed me first; I rose on my hind legs to meet him, clawing and biting at him.  We both drew fair amounts of blood, but then Conrad came to bite at my side.  I retreated back from the attack, limping from the fresh wound.

As much as my wolf instinct told me to stand my ground, the fact was I was outnumbered.  And I had something more important to worry about.  I ran around the other side of the table, letting them chase me.  I circled around it once, then hopped up onto a table, and before I had a chance to think better of it I
jumped
right through the translucent glass of the windows surrounding the meeting room.

As the glass shattered outward around me, the assorted bankers and stockbrokers jumped back in surprise, and then screamed at the sight of a wolf in the building with them.  It is not everyday that you see a wolf on wall street, well not a real wolf anyway. More running and screaming ensued when two more wolves jumped through the window behind me, and I went running through the
crowds of terrified workers.

I had to get to Zoe!

Chapter7

Like a typical secretary, I was just going to make some copies.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  I was standing over the copy machine when I heard the sound of someone’s footsteps behind me.  I was just about to turn around and see who was entering the room, when the person’s scent answered that question for me.

And every muscle in my body froze in terror.

It couldn’t be!  Not here!  Not him!

And then came his voice, confirming to my infinite dismay that I wasn’t imagining his scent.  “Hello, Zoe.”

I didn’t want to turn around.  I didn’t want to see him standing there.  I didn’t want this to be real.

But turn around I did.

I staggered backwards, bracing my hands against the copy machine.  “Lawson!” I squeaked in a barely audible voice.

He glared at me with the sharp, flinty eyes that had haunted my dreams.  His jaw was set in the scowl he always had for me when I’d done something to displease him.  And I had never displeased him like this.  Having the gall to dare running away from him was not something he was bound to forgive.

“You led me on one hell of a chase,” he said, his voice deep and deliberate, moving slowly closer to me, one step at a time.  “Across five states, one motel and apartment after another, questioning bus drivers and airline employees.  You sure kept me busy.”  By now he was close enough for me to feel his breath on my face, and he slammed his hand down on the copy machine behind me, making me jump.  “
You
… are in a
lot
… of trouble!”

I fought to find my breath.  I trembled as I looked him in his cold face.  And then, somehow, I found it in me to say something I’d never said to Lawson before.

“No.  No I’m not.”

His eyes widened.  “Say that again?”

“You don’t own me anymore!”

Lawson stared at me, and then started to laugh.  “Wow.  I never would’ve expected it, but you actually picked up some spunk on your travels.”

“I’ve got a new man now,” I said.  “Someone who’s ten times the wolf you are!”

“Yeah, I had a look at him.  Can’t say I blame you for going for a guy with deep pockets.  But if you’re counting on him to come in here and stick his fat rich snout where it doesn’t belong, you’re going to be disappointed.  Conrad and Verne are currently… having a chat with him.”

A chill went through me when I heard that.

He grabbed hold of my arm.  “Now why don’t we stop pretending we don’t both know how this is going to end, and get you back to where you belong.”

I pulled away, struggling against his grasp.  “Let go of me!”

He growled, showing me his wolf’s eyes and teeth.  “Don’t make me get unpleasant!” he rumbled.

No sooner had those words left his snarling mouth than a mass of fur and fangs leapt on him, trying to bite at his jugular as Lawson fought him off.  Seconds later, Conrad and Verne burst onto the room on four legs, and grabbed at Marco’s hind legs, pulling him off Lawson.

As Marco started trying to fight them off, Lawson threw off his jacket and shirt, and shifted form before he even bothered to drop his pants, slipping out of them to join the crowd attacking Marco.

“No!”
I shouted, rushing and tackling Lawson’s lupine form.  As soon as I tumbled to my feet I grew out my claws and began
ripping
my clothes off, and in seconds was on four legs, growling at Lawson.

Conrad and Verne started to rush me, but Lawson instantly jumped into their path, warning them off.  He wasn’t about to let them harm what was his.  He turned to look at me, licking his chops.

Before I could make any further moves, Marco suddenly shoulder bashed the copy machine, knocking it over and scattering our attackers.  In the chaos, he went dashing for the exit, giving me a soft bark to follow.  I did.

We ran through the throngs of shocked and panicked employees.  Marco was leading with a purpose; I didn’t know where he was going, but I followed him.  He ran into his office first.  I wasn’t sure why until his snatched up the keys to his car in his teeth, and we ran back out.  Lawson and his bullies were coming up fast when we emerged.  We ran for the stairwell, pushed the door open and hurried down an endless flight of stairs.

After what seemed like forever, we finally got down to the parking garage and made a beeline for Marco’s car.  We shifted back to two legs and climbed in, and he started the engine and we peeled away.

I reached into the back seat to retrieve some of the spare clothes Marco kept back there for occasions like this, when we had to drive after being four-legged.  We dressed enough to avoid being pulled over while Marco drove us to the highway.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He remained silent for a little longer than I would’ve liked.  “I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” he said.

*

We drove all day, finally coming to a stop after nightfall at a motel.  We got to our room, where Zoe crashed out on the bed almost immediately.  “And so it’s back to this again,” she sighed.  “I actually let myself think I wouldn’t have to do this anymore.”

I sat down beside her, putting a hand to her downtrodden face and lifting it to look at me.  “Hey.  At least you’re not alone this time.”

She allowed herself a smile, and placed her hand on top of the one I had on her face.  “I love you, Marco.”

Neither of us was in the mood for sex that night.  We were both too shaken after everything that had happened.  After I took a bit of time to wrap up the wounds Conrad and Verne had given me, we simply got naked and fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

I woke up first the next morning.  I spent a while just watching Zoe sleep, silently adoring her, before I extracted myself from her arms.  I dressed myself and took a walk to go buy us some more clothes and a few food items for the road.

When I returned to the room I could hear Zoe in the shower.  “Zoe?” I called.  She didn’t answer.  “I bought us some supplies,” I continued.  I still heard no response.  I decided to sit down and wait for her, proceeding to munch on some of the more sugary foods I’d just picked up.

After a minute or two the shower shut off, and I heard her step out and start toweling off.  Moments later she emerged naked from the bathroom, running the towel through her wet hair.  “Did you hear me?” I asked her.

She still didn’t answer.  At least not verbally.  She dropped her towel on the floor and looked straight at me with the most intense bedroom eyes I’d ever seen on her.  It sounded like she was breathing a little harder than normal.

“What is it?” I asked.

She gave me a sly grin.  “It’s time,” she said.

“Time?” I said.  “As in…”

“I’m in heat,” she confirmed.  “And you’re still dressed.”

It didn’t take me long to remedy that.

We fell onto the bed in a writhing tangle of groping limbs and locked lips.  I reached down to rub her, finding her already soaking wet.  Her hand shot down to grasp my cock, quickly stroking it to full hardness.  The nipples that pressed into my chest were hard as pebbles.

She was in no mood to wait.  She made that very clear when she began tugging on my cock, trying to pull it to her opening.  I had never gotten inside her more easily than I did right then.  And even though she was beneath me, she actually started the fucking motions first, moving her hips back and forth beneath me.  Not that it took me long to start my rhythmic thrusting, naturally.

She threw her head back, gasping with more than one kind of delight.  I kissed her exposed neck and massaged her breasts as I continued fucking her.  Her knees came up along my sides, her thighs hugging my waist.

“This is perfect,” she hissed.  “Don’t stop!  Never stop!”