All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 9

Nine

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Mr?—”

His fingers tighten on my neck, cutting off my air and my words. “ Oz , Bunny.”

My lips part, and he grants me oxygen. “Oz…I’m Ally.”

He smirks. “And doesn’t that make it all the better, Bunny? I knew it was you the whole time. You can’t hide the way you move. The way your breath catches when one of us gets too close. Beck tried to stop me after Friday. That the NDA meant we could never act on it. But I know what you feel like now. ”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say. Am I crazy? Just tell him he’s right.

He leans into me and drags his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. Attempting to scent me. The day may have been long, but the blockers are strong. I’d be surprised if he could smell anything but the faint strawberry of the lotion I put on this morning. His palms go to my waist, tightening and tugging me into him.

His teeth graze my scent gland, and a whimper I can’t hold in slips out. It encourages him to bite me, and my entire body wants to submit immediately. He doesn’t break the skin, but just the idea of it sends a chain reaction through my body.

“Oz,” I gasp out. Unsure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Tell me I’m right,” he demands, his lips ghosting over the side of my neck. “Tell me that you want me too.”

I melt in his arms, losing the battle. “We can’t do this.”

We’re doing this. Why can’t we do this? Because an NDA said only once and never again? Two consenting adults…consenting, isn’t against any laws, right?

His fingers flex, and he sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “We can, Bunny,” he growls, and I feel it in my clit.

“Uh—excuse me?” Roger from the upstairs apartment breaks in nervously. “Is everything okay here?”

Of course sweet old Roger would attempt to protect me in his unassuming way. Oz ignores him and nips at the skin just below my ear, his focus fully on me. I shove at him as my face flames.

“Roger, yeah, good—great everything, yep,” I string words together that I’m not even sure make sense. Then, I thread my fingers through Ozwald’s and shove my key into the door. “Sorry for—” I wave my hand holding the key as I push into the building.

Now that I’ve made up my mind, getting into the privacy of my apartment is my sole focus. I have enough time to kick off my shoes before Oz has me pinned against the door like I’m planning my escape. He presses his hips into me, and I can feel his whole length through his slacks. His palms drag my skirt up my legs, his knee slipping between my legs to give him better access.

When he grazes my panties, I jerk toward his touch. Yes, please . I’ve been needy for this since Saturday morning when I ended up back at my apartment alone.

“I dream about this pussy,” Oz says, bringing his lips to mine. He palms me, flexing his fingers. “For years, Beck’s said no…no fucking the employees. But the only one I’ve ever wanted signed up for the hunt. The second I saw you out there, my body recognized you; it just took a little bit for my brain to catch up. Not my fault. No, Bunny, this is all your mess,” he rambles as he presses kisses to my mouth between sentences. “Such a bad girl, tempting me like this.”

All I can do is moan as one of his fingers slips beneath my underwear, and he drags it through my slick. I will be Bunny, Good Girl, Bad Girl, whatever the fuck he wants because I know the kind of pleasure he can give me. I’m so far out of my mind, his words don’t sink in.

Mindlessly, I tug his shirt from his slacks and pop open the button to release him. He kisses me with sloppy, open-mouth strokes of his tongue, leaving me panting for more like I’m going into heat. What is it about these men that makes me feel like a heat is coming on?

He purrs when my fingers find his silky length, and he presses into my palm. The metal piercings are as hot as he is as I drag my fingers up to his crown, earning a pleased hiss of pleasure. My stomach drops at the sound. I did that. It’s me bringing that reaction out, and he knows it. My thoughts make my touch bolder. I shove his pants down with my free hand as I continue to grip him in my other.

He kicks out of his shoes and slacks, leaving only his socks and button-up with his jacket. His tie was discarded back at the office. I work each button free and then push at the material, wanting him as naked as I can get him. He shrugs the shirt and jacket off, stepping back slightly as he does. My skirt falls back to my knees without him holding it up, and I reach around to the zipper and quickly let the material fall to my feet.

A sinister smile pulls at his wide lips, and he looks more like a wild animal who has trapped its prey than a composed lawyer. But he doesn’t give me a chance to second guess my choices before he drags my panties from my hips to join the skirt on the floor. Then he lifts me in his arms, ensuring I wrap my legs around him, and he turns toward my apartment for the first time.

I cringe internally at the slight mess, but he doesn’t blink an eye before he knocks mail and other items off of my table and lays me out on the surface like I’m his next meal. He lifts me slightly and strips my shirt and bra from my body. A satisfied glint twinkles in his light blue eyes as he drags them over my naked body.

“Are you ready to be mine, Bunny?”

I think I was born ready. “Just fuck me, Oz,” I demand, and he chuckles.

He runs the tip of his cock through my folds teasingly until I moan beneath him, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get him where I want him.

When he pushes into my pussy, my eyes roll back as the sensation of his piercings dragging against my walls almost pushes me over the edge.

His intense concentration, fully on me, has my toes curling. I’ve seen this intensity in the boardroom or on the rare occasions I’ve watched him prosecute in the courtroom. Which has been more than the other two; he sometimes will take me as his aid. But being the sole focus of it, and adding in that slightly crazy light in the depths of his eyes, and I’m gone for him.

I was already half in love with him. And now…I may be completely ruined for any other packs because if the way my heart is swelling inside my chest and the tears want to gather in my eyes mean anything, I am completely in love with him. The idea makes me gasp.

He thrusts deeper with a satisfied groan as if he can hear my thoughts. His fingers circling my nipples, bringing them to hard, needy peaks before tweaking them at the same time he goes even deeper. “I’ll map your body, Bunny. Soon, I’ll know every spot that brings you pleasure. You’ll crave what I can give you.”

Fuck, I don’t think I could crave him more than I already do. I don’t say that, I just arch into him, begging him with my body for everything he’s willing to give me.

He rubs against me in tight circles, his knot teasing my entrance, and I wrap my legs around him, attempting to make him knot me. A throaty chuckle flows over me, giving me pleasant goosebumps. Then he leans over me, capturing my lips in a searing kiss before stretching me so full, I climax with only being knotted by him. He swallows my cries of pleasure, settling deep inside of me, but not moving.

As I come back down, I flex up into him, but he holds still. “If I don’t come, I can stay like this for hours. I want to fall asleep inside of you, Bunny. Will you let me?”

“My bedroom is down the hall, last door on the right,” I say in answer.

He growls out the most possessive sound I’ve ever heard before he picks me up off the table. It feels as if he’s settled even deeper inside of me as he walks us back to my bedroom. He sits on the edge of my bed, with me still in his lap, then pulls the comforter down before maneuvering us to the center and laying my full weight on top of him.

His palms grip my ass cheeks after covering us up. The purr that rumbles from him is so soothing, I can feel my whole body relax into him, giving him my full trust as my eyes droop shut.

I don’t know how long I sleep in his arms, but when I wake, the sky outside my window is a purple that says the sun will be up soon. He’s still hard as a rock inside of me, and I flex around him. My pussy is on hyperdrive after cockwarming for so long. He rocks his hips gently up into me, his mini thrust becoming more insistent the more I squeeze around him.

It’s not like anything I’ve experienced before. The combination of my blossoming feelings for him and the way he held me all night, has tears springing to my eyes. He flips us, looming over me, and brushes a tear away.

“Did I hurt you? Is this too much?” he asks, sounding less like the Oz from last night and more like the Oz from the office. It makes more tears form as I shake my head.

“No, this is perfect. Don’t stop,” I reassure him.

His eyes ping-pong between mine searching for the truth. Once he accepts my words, he kisses away the tears, only moving again once they are gone.

After he’s found his release and given me another, he slips out, leaving me feeling like something’s missing. He holds me almost tenderly for a while.

He leans up on his elbow, looking over my shoulder at me. “Ally,” he says, and I meet his steady, completely sane gaze. “I don’t want your tears. I like pain, but only the kind that is followed by pleasure. So if I do something that makes you cry, you need to stop me. You have safe words, and you need to use them.”

I shake my head. There isn’t a safe word on this planet that could save my heart. “You didn’t make me cry.”

He blinks once, parting his lips to say something before snapping his mouth shut.

“You didn’t. I was in my head. We’re good. Sex is good. Fucking is amazing. I won’t make this awkward. Promise.”

He narrows his eyes at me as if he wants to say something, but then he just nods once and pulls away. “I should get home, so I can shower before going into the office. Take half the day, I’ll cover for you.”

It is all so…professional. And I hate it. But all I say is a quiet, “Okay.” Then he is slipping out of my bed and down the hall, back to the front door for his clothes I assume.