The Lion's Pride(7)

By: Terra Wolf & Olivia Arran

Mind made up, I wriggled against him, and he took the hint, thrusting inside me in one smooth glide. Breath exploded from me, the feeling of fullness both exquisite and overwhelming. My back arched, pushing my breasts against the hardness of his chest, my nipples aching, the lace of my bra torture.

With one hand, he yanked down my top, his hips retreating to thrust back again in a relentless rhythm. Bracing me against the wall, his fingers digging into my ass, he bent his head to my breast, taking a stiff nub into his mouth, sucking and swirling with his tongue.

My pussy clenched around him, the friction dragging and building, his mouth wet, his teeth sharp against sensitive flesh. A strangled cry echoed around the room. Distantly, I recognized it was mine, but I didn’t care, the slide of skin slapping against skin and pressure building, churning inside of me my only thoughts.

He sped up, his cock driving into me relentlessly, my world narrowing until it was only us. Vivid green eyes speared into me, his lips twisting in a grimace as he pushed us higher, his hand dipping between us to thumb my throbbing clit between strokes, a low growl tearing from his mouth.

“Zane,” he grunted, swiveling his hips.


“My name. I want to hear you say it when you come.” His thrusts punctuated his words, echoing his command. “When you’re clenching around my cock, you think of me. Only me.”

At his words, spasms shot through me, every muscle in my body quivering, nerves firing and short-circuiting. My head knocked back against the wall as my hips tilted to meet his thrust. His name left my lips on a scream, my eyes closing as the world around me swam with color.

He jerked, his thrusts short and hard. A roar filled my ears as warmth filled my core. A pinprick of pain ghosted my senses, washed away in a rush of endorphins.

“Boss? Shit! Sorry.”

I froze at the sound of a strange voice, coming back to earth with a bang.



“Go away,” Zane growled against my shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Uh, okay. I can see that you’re busy, but…you’re really needed—”

“Go…away…now!” The last word was a roar of anger.

Wait a second…boss? I pushed at Zane’s chest, and he let me slide to the floor in an ungraceful wriggle. Tugging my top up and my skirt down, I peered around him. The bartender from earlier stared back at me, his mouth dropping open and nearly hitting the floor.

I looked from him back to Zane, who had just finished zipping himself back up, then back again. They were dressed nearly exactly the same, both clad head to toe in black. Then I looked around the room we were in, seeing it properly for the first time. Sleek polished furniture, a large desk dominating one side, complete with a high-tech set-up, a floor-to-ceiling window looking out on the crowd below. “This is your office?” My voice sounded croaky, probably from all the screaming I had been doing. I flushed, remembering that just seconds ago I had come apart in his arms, had begged him to take me. “You own this place? You’re that Zane?”

He winced as my voice rose to a screech. “I didn’t get the chance to properly—”

“You didn’t even tell me your name! Not until we were—” I clamped my mouth shut, suddenly remembering we had an audience. Not that he hadn’t had a front row seat, anyway.

“Why does it matter?” He sounded genuinely confused, and I couldn’t blame him. He didn’t know me, didn’t know why I avoided men like him. After all, we had only just met! Christ! I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I couldn’t even do a one-night stand without complicating it. He was right—it didn’t matter who he was. It wasn’t like we were ever going to see each other again. We’d scratched an itch, that was all.

“There you go again, thinking out loud,” he murmured, his hand brushing my cheek in a decidedly more-than-a-one-night-stand kind of way.


The bartender coughed pointedly. “Boss? We really need you downstairs, like five minutes ago. Would you like me to escort the lady out? And my name’s Andy, by the way.” He winked at me, flashing me a smile that was a cross between a grin and a smirk.

“She stays here,” Zane snapped, grabbing his t-shirt up off the floor and pulling it on.

I was torn between wanting to smooth down the tufts of hair that spiked straight out from his head and snapping back at him. “What? Uh-uh. No way.” Okay, snapping won.

Zane turned to me, taking my hands in his. “Stay, please. I need to talk to you…there are some things I’d like to say. Things you need to know.” His back was to Andy, his eyes pleading with me.