Kaelen POV

I have never felt such a desperate urge to crush a man’s skull until this exact moment when Darius walked in. He had always been in the habit of entering my space whenever he felt like it, no matter how many warnings I had given him.

"Get out!" I growled, feeling my wolf on edge and furious at the interruption.

"Ah, shit..." came his voice, followed by the door slamming shut.

Silence followed.

I stood there with my hands gripping the edge of the desk, my body still burning while my wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin.

I had already been on edge, and usually, when that happened, it took hours before I could calm down. But then I felt a grip tighten around my shirt.

Looking down, I saw the woman I had been about to take curled tightly against me, and that sight alone made my wolf go completely still.

The furious growl died in my throat.

Just like that, the anger vanished, and lust took over again.

When she pressed her soft body closer, her scent wrapped around me, and I felt my cock harden all over again, pressing against her through her dress.

The feeling made her raise her head, her face lightly flushed as she stared up at me in horror.

"Aren’t you going to lock the door this time?" she asked, clearly still embarrassed.

I considered it for a moment, but that would mean walking all the way over there and back.

Too much work when all I wanted to do was fuck her.

"No," I said simply. "That was my Beta. No one else can enter without announcing themselves first. He’s just an idiot."

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted as if she was about to say more. She wanted to argue. I could see it in the way her brow furrowed and the way her mouth opened to form words.

But that would mean going back and forth, and that wasn’t what I wanted.

So I leaned down and kissed her instead, trying to bring us back to where we had been before the interruption.

She responded almost immediately, fisting my shirt and pulling me closer. Her body pressed against mine, and her legs parted wider, inviting me in.

While we kissed, I gripped my cock and positioned it between her wet folds.

She gasped against my mouth as I pushed the tip in first, exhaling sharply at how warm and slick she felt.

Fuck.

That tight heat wrapped around just the head of my cock, already pulling me deeper. After ten years of nothing but my own hand and endless frustration, this felt like heaven. My wolf rumbled in approval, urging me to take more.

If someone had told me a month ago that I would finally be able to touch a woman without feeling that suffocating, violent urge to tear her apart, I would have felt a profound sense of relief. It would have been a rare glimmer of hope that the curse of my wild, untamed beast could actually be broken.

But if they had told me it would be a criminal, a rogue accomplice, a woman who was not even worth a second glance, I would have cursed them to the deepest pits of hell.

Yet here I was, completely undone by the exact type of person I had spent my entire life despising.

My mouth left her lips and trailed down the smooth line of her throat. The tip of my cock was barely inside her, yet her body had already clenched around me involuntarily, making my jaw tighten so hard it ached.

"Relax," I said, my voice strained as I gripped her hips to steady myself.

"I’m trying," she whispered, her hands clutching the fabric of my white shirt, her breath catching in a ragged gasp.

"You’re clamping around me like a vice, Ella," I muttered against her skin, my chest rising and falling heavily against hers. The sensation of her tight walls pulsing around me was pushing my wolf to the absolute edge.

"Maybe if you weren’t so..." she began, but the moment she seemed to remember who she was talking to, she cut herself off, and her face flushed even deeper.

"So what?" I asked.

She hesitated for a long moment before muttering shamefully, "Large."

The corner of my lips curled.

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

"It wasn’t—"

But I did not let her finish.

I pushed an inch deeper.

She cried out, gripping my shoulder so tightly it felt as though her life depended on it.

I wanted to bury myself inside her, to drive into her until the desk rattled and she was screaming. But with how tight she was, she clearly needed a second to adjust to my size, which left me wondering how the hell she had managed to take me that first night when I had been almost completely in beast mode because of the drugs.

"Alpha..." she gasped.

She let herself fall back against the scattered papers on my desk, her throat arching as she tried to catch her breath.

The sight alone made my wolf snarl, urging me to claim her.

But I was not stupid. I barely knew this woman. Why the hell would I mark her just because of good sex?

Ignoring the primal instinct clawing at my chest, I waited until she finally relaxed around me. Then I took a deep breath and pushed about two more inches deeper.

She cried out again, but it was not as loud as the first time.

I kept moving slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust until I was more than halfway inside her. Her body reacted to every inch, her muscles tightening and relaxing around me in a way that tested what little self-control I had left.

I pulled back almost completely before slamming forward again, deeper this time. Her cry melted into a broken moan that hit me harder than it should have.

Shit.

That sound.

Why did it affect me so much?

I did it again, moving slowly and giving her time to adjust before finally settling fully against her. Then I stayed still for a few seconds, letting her get used to the new depth.

Her body continued to react around me, her walls fluttering as she focused on steadying her breathing through the stretch.

She whimpered, and her legs trembled under my grip, but after a moment, she relaxed just enough, and that was all the permission I needed to increase my pace.

Her cries grew louder, turning into shameless moans that echoed through the office. The desk rattled beneath us, and papers scattered to the floor as I lost myself in the moment, fucking her with everything I had.

"Oh, Goddess... oh..." she gasped.

Her toes curled as she came, but because I was close too, I could not stop.

I grunted, my rhythm faltering as her walls clenched around me, squeezing even tighter.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her warmth, her tightness, the way she trembled beneath me, and the way she reacted to every movement threatened to destroy what little control I had left.

"Fuck," I groaned.

She was still riding out the aftermath, her body pulsing and trembling as she clung to me.

I could not hold back any longer.

With a final, guttural growl, I buried myself to the hilt and spilled inside her, wave after wave.

She gasped at the sudden warmth of my release, her body jerking, but then, as though she had just remembered something important, her eyes widened.

"Pull out!" she yelled.