The Dancer (Dark Side of the Moon #1)

Epilogue

Elias

Three Months Later

I rarely spend time at my office at Whychwood Industries anymore. I have something else, something better to live for now. Quinn has opened my eyes to everything I have missed in life.

I have hired capable managers to run the company in my stead, but some days I still need to be present for meetings. Today is one of those days.

After two hours of mind-numbing figures and contracts, I can finally escape to my office. There is nothing more I want than to return home to my mate, but I need to at least attempt to get some work done before giving in to the compulsion of Quinn. A knock on my door tells me that won’t be the case.

“Enter,” I call out without looking up. “Whatever you want, I don’t have time.”

I hear the lock engage before looking up. The vision before me has a smile creeping across my face.

“Should I leave?” Quinn teases. “Seeing as you are so very busy.”

The teasing note in her voice makes me chuckle. “I will never be too busy for you.”

Walking to my side, she pushes my chair back enough to slip between it and my desk. Sitting on the edge, she smiles demurely.

“I need to tell you something, and I didn’t want to wait.”

A low hum leaves me as I lay kisses along the side of her throat. “I’m all ears.”

My hands caress her breasts through the bright blue fabric of her sundress before I lower one of the straps down her shoulder, placing a kiss over my mating mark. A visible shiver works its way through her, and I can’t help but nip at the skin.

“You’re distracting me,” she complains halfheartedly as I push the other strap lower as well.

“And you’re not wearing a bra,” I admonish, lightly biting her nipple.

“They hurt.”

“Your bras? I’ll get you new ones.”

I add it to my mental list. My mate has fantastic tits, and I don’t want everyone staring at them. A bra offers me minimal peace of mind.

“My breasts,” she replies.

Gently, I lift each globe, testing its weight in my palm before softly laving the nipple. Her back bows at the slightest touch. She has always been responsive, but this is off the charts.

“Elias,” she moans my name as the scent of her arousal floods my office.

“Little Mate,” I groan, my cock already stiff behind my slacks. “Did you come to my office to get fucked on my desk?”

“Yes. No. Fuck.”

Her words are jumbled together, lost in her arousal. Quinn spreads her thighs, inviting me in, and I can’t help the growl that escapes me. Laying her flat on my desk, I ruck her pretty sundress up above her panties. Slowly I lower the offending scrap of lace down her legs to bare her pussy to me. Her arousal clings to the puffy pink lips of her sex and her creamy thighs.

How the fuck am I supposed to think straight when my woman is in this state?

Quickly I undo my pants and free my hard cock, rubbing the head against her distended clit.

“Please,” she begs beneath me.

Slowly, I push into her heat, feeling every flutter of her walls along my length. She is already on the brink of an orgasm, and I haven’t even done anything yet. Looking down at where I am connected to her, I rub furiously at the little bud until she cracks, screaming my name for the entire company to hear.

I work her through the orgasm before I start moving. It doesn’t take me long to find my orgasm, flooding her body with my cum and setting my knot inside her, keeping us locked together.

Picking her up off the surface of my desk, I hold her against my chest as I collapse back into my leather chair. Another moan falls from her lips as she grinds against my knot.

“Fuck, woman,” I moan as my cock starts to come back to life. “Is your heat nearing? Is that why this perfect pussy is so needy?”

“I can’t go into heat,” she murmurs, rocking her hips back and forth, her walls clenching on my knot.

It takes me a moment to process her words, and then it all makes perfect sense—her breasts, the intense arousal, and even the strange smell that clings to her. My mate is pregnant.

“Are you sure?” I ask, holding her hips still.

“Yes.”

I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. I finally have everything I have ever wanted.

A pack to be proud of.

A mate I can’t live without.

And now, a baby to complete our family.

And all it took was letting my brother drag me to a burlesque club.

The End