Wolf Mate (2 page)

“
Cancel it.”

“
What?”

“
Cancel. Your. Date.”

It wasn't a request. It was a
command.

She bit her lip and frowned.
Dax took a step towards her.

Would she say no?
Just
tell him. To hell with you, I'm going on a date, and that's that!

She closed her eyes briefly
before snapping them up. Tossing her auburn curls back, she answered
coldly, “I'll finish the work, Dax. I'll do it because it's my
job. Not because you ordered me to.”

With that, she flounced to her
desk and sat down. Opening and closing her drawers a tad too loudly,
she mumbled some comments and curses none of which she was sure he
hadn't heard before, and proceeded to pound angrily at the keyboard.

“
Slave driver,”
she muttered, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Tyrant!”

She kept up her tirade,
feeling his eyes bore into her back. Roughly, she retied her hair
with her scrunchie, letting some loose curls fall across her nape.
She gulped when she heard a low growl behind her. Dax had taken a
step towards her, and she could almost feel his breath on her neck.

Determinedly, she stiffened
her shoulders and kept her eyes on the computer screen. Her fingers
continued hitting the keys with too much force, and she didn't stop
even when lines of gibberish began to fill up her screen.

Don't look back, don't look
at him...

Only when she heard Dax turn
and stride back into his office did she let out the breath she had
been holding.

Melynda's hands started
trembling and she had to stop typing and just close her eyes, her
fingers curling into fists over her keyboard.

She shouldn't let Dax affect
her so.

Dax Ferro. Her boss from
hell, her tormentor.

She should just have told him
no. No, she couldn't and wouldn't stay and work late tonight. She
had a date, and she was leaving. Melynda exhaled a painful, shaky
breath. Did she really want to go on that date? It would just be
more of the same.

She dated shifters, all kinds
of shifters.

But she never dated the same
guy twice.

It was always just dinner, a
kiss, and a quick getaway. She hadn't found what she was searching
for.

Really, how much longer could
she keep doing this? But she didn't really have a choice. She
needed to do this, even if she didn't want to. And she couldn't tell
her family, her coven, the real reason she dated so much.

Her elder sister, Jasynta,
thought that she was just having fun, sowing her wild oats before she
got mated, settled down and had a family. Jasynta was happily mated
to Blake Madden, the alpha bear shifter and Council member on the
PAC. They were expecting their very first cub, and she had never
seen her sister more contented and proud. Jasynta retched and threw
up a lot during the first two weeks of her pregnancy, but she never
complained and still worked tirelessly as a healer in the city
hospital and at the PAC Headquarters.

Her sister loved her work,
loved her mate and her life.

Melynda only wished she could
say the same for herself.

She had no mate and no life.
Her life revolved around her work, her classes and her empty,
meaningless dates. The workload for her final year at Spell School
was heavy, and her dates were an obligation really. It was all work
and no play. Melynda didn't hate her work, but working with Dax was
challenging and at times, highly frustrating. He was demanding,
unpredictable and unreasonable. He was a brilliant lawyer, and he
was a formidable negotiator and courtroom opponent. But to her, he
could be surly and cold, even if she sometimes caught him staring at
her with a look of deep, intense yearning and hunger. Just what did
he want from her?

Melynda huffed and stiffened
her spine. Dax didn't want anything from her. All he wanted to do
was thwart her plans and make her life miserable. He wanted to exert
his control over her, even out of the office.

He's not the boss of me!

Well, he was, technically,
but...

She chewed her lip furiously.
He was just the boss of Melynda, the secretary, not Melynda, the
witch.

So. She would finish up her
work, and she would go on that date. She had time. She had fixed
her date for eight thirty, anticipating that her temperamental boss
might have some last minute task for her just as she was about to
knock off. She smirked as she resumed typing with a vengeance.

How well she knew him.

Determined not to let him ruin
her plans and her evening, she typed like a witch possessed, not
coming up for air until she finished typing up every single document
on her to-do list. She had finished everything within an hour. She
hit the print key, and leaned back as the printer started spewing out
the completed documents.

Glancing at her watch, she saw
that it was almost eight o'clock. She could make it. Just slap the
documents onto his desk, and make a beeline for the lift. She should
be able to get a cab and speed to the rendezvous point within half an
hour.

Snatching the papers from the
printer, Melynda knocked smartly on Dax's door and walked into his
office.

“
Here,” she said,
handing him the stack of neatly stapled documents. “All done.
As ordered.”

Dax looked up from his laptop
but he didn't take the papers from her.

Melynda pursed her lips, then
placed the documents at the corner of his desk. “I'll leave
them here. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now.”

As she turned to go, Dax
suddenly leaned forward and caught her wrist.

“
Melynda.”

She jerked, but she didn't
pull away. She couldn't.

Dax's hand was gripping her
wrist firmly, but he wasn't hurting her. His entire body was
completely still for a full minute as he stared into her eyes. She
gasped at the want and hunger burning in his eyes, but she also saw
the doubt and question in his eyes.

Dax didn't move his hand nor
his gaze. He was waiting. Waiting for her to say no.

Melynda's fists slowly
unclenched as her lips parted. His touch was searing, aching, and
she wanted more of it.

She blinked rapidly, feeling
herself sway on her feet. She was falling, hurtling into a storm.
All she saw was swirling gray and flashes of silver...

“
Melynda!”

She gasped at his voice. He
was supporting her, holding her in his arms, against his chest.

She stared into a pair of
intense gray eyes, and saw streaks of silver in their depths.

“
Dax,” she managed
to whisper at last. “I...I have to...go...”

Just hold me and never let
me go.

At her last word, she saw
lightning flare in his eyes, turning them fully silver.

Releasing her, he went to the
door and slammed it shut. Locking it, he turned and stalked towards
her.

Melynda began to back away,
hearing her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

Her breathing and her pulse
quickened, and her senses came awake with a jolt.

She could feel the heat from
Dax's broad body, and see his muscles tense under his shirt. She
could smell his scent, a strong, masculine smell. As he kept moving
towards her, she saw his throat move soundlessly and his nostrils
flare as a wave of arousal hit her.

Melynda gasped when she
realized that he could scent her arousal.

Of course he can. He's a
wolf.

The thought that he could read
her body made her even...wetter.

He knows what I want
.

And he's going to give it
to me, right now, right here.

Melynda panted, feeling a
sudden spike of panic. She had never felt like this before. It was
a heady mixture of fear, excitement and fierce, pulsing desire.

She wanted him.

And it scared her.

Melynda made a small,
strangled sound as she glanced from the locked door to his grim face.
She should try to fight this. Fight
him
. But there was no
way out. Dax was between her and the door, and he was much stronger
and faster. He would catch her, if she made a dash for it. But she
had to try.

He looked too dangerous, too
feral, and the dark desire burning in his eyes was making her heart
rate escalate and her thoughts spiral into forbidden territory.

Breathing hard, she backed
slowly away from him as he took another step towards her. Her hips
hit the edge of his desk and she felt around behind her for
something, anything to distract him. Her fingers closed around his
empty coffee cup. Gulping, she gripped the handle and tensed. This
would have to do.

As he came nearer, his silver
eyes settled on her lips and the look in his eyes made her clench her
muscles suddenly as a rush of moisture pooled between her thighs.

Dax let out a growl at her
scent.

Without another thought, not
that she was capable of any coherent thought at the moment, Melynda
grabbed the cup and hurled it against the side wall, hoping it would
distract him so she could make her escape. The cup smashed into
pieces on the wall but Dax didn't even turn his head. His eyes were
locked on her as she ran hard for the door.

Dax moved so silently and
swiftly she didn't even have the chance to react. One moment she was
gunning for the door, the next instant she was in his arms, pinned
against his chest.

His arms were around her
waist, and he spun her around to face him. She beat her fists
against his chest, but it was like she was punching the wall. She
was just hurting herself. She tried to push him away, but he only
clamped his arms around her, imprisoning her and holding her flush
against him. She gasped as her felt her breasts press against his
hard, solid chest, making her nipples tighten and ache. As his lips
brushed over hers, she swallowed at the heat and hunger emanating
from every pore. Against her will, she felt her body melting against
his straining muscles.

“
Dax...what do you want,
Dax?” she whispered, blinking up at him.

“
Don't you know what I
want, Melynda?” he answered harshly against her ear.

“
Dax, please...”

“
Do you know how long
I've wanted you?” he hissed. “Do you know how much I've
thought about you, Melynda? I want you, so badly. I want to hear
you scream my name and beg me not to stop as I plunge into you over
and over again. I want to taste you, and feel your hot, wet pussy
quivering as you come. I want to torment you, and take you, and make
you mine. Mine!” His stubble grazed against her cheek as his
nails dug into her arms. “I want every inch of you, every
sweet, soft inch of your body. Do you understand, Melynda?” he
grated out as he bit her earlobe, her jaw and her neck.

His bites were insistent,
angry, possessive, and it made her even wetter. She wanted to feel
his mouth, his teeth, his tongue all over her body, kissing and
licking the most sensitive part of her. Oh yes, she wanted him to
torment her, and take her.

She arched her back as he
sucked hard on her neck. “I...” She gasped as he
unbuttoned her blouse and pressed his lips to her cleavage. She
forgot what she was going to say. All she knew was how good it felt,
how crazy good it felt to have his mouth on her. He unhooked her bra
and kneaded her breasts with his hands, thumbing and pinching her
nipples. She raked her fingers through his hair as he suckled her
hard. She was half naked but she didn't care. In fact, she wanted
to get fully naked with him. She was going mad or blind with lust.
She couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't speak. All she wanted was
more, more of Dax. All of Dax.

“
Is this what you want,
Melynda? Of shall I stop?” he hissed against her neck.

“
No, don't stop!”
she panted. “I want you,” she whispered. “I need
you...inside me.”

She felt his lips curve up as
he nibbled down her shoulder. She was almost boneless with need.
The ache between her legs was growing, throbbing, tormenting.

Dax held her securely in his
arms, and lowered her onto the couch. She heard him unzip her skirt
and the next instant, her skirt and panties were gone. Dax was
kneeling between her legs, his silvery eyes raking over every inch of
her body.

“
Dax...”

“
Come for me, Melynda,”
he growled. “Scream for me.”

Her entire body jerked as he
pushed her legs apart and started to take her with his mouth. His
tongue was relentless, punishing and torturing her as he took her to
the very edge and then withdrew. He sucked and flicked at her
swollen clit, and licked hard at her clenching pussy, making her
thrash her head from side to side in want and need.

When he pushed a finger inside
her, she cried out and ground against his hand, needing more.
Slowly, he pushed another finger into her, and then another,
stretching her to the point of pain. “So tight,” he
murmured. “So fucking tight and wet.”