Mate and start his pack. Serena still
suspected that Joyce had targeted Quinn and hacked into their system, coming here
with the intent of being matched with Quinn. Ultimately, Joyce had kidnapped
him and held him hostage. Her cousin refused to confide in anyone about the
attack and wouldn’t seek therapy to deal with it.
Serena couldn’t believe Quillen had committed such a heinous
act as to set up some unsuspecting male with Joyce . Now she had to go
over to the arrogant bastard and grovel. She crossed the room and stood before
the hottest, most arrogant SOB she’d ever met. She swallowed, looking up into
his black eyes and tried to speak.
Nothing came out. She cleared her throat and began again.
Her voice began rusty, as if she hadn’t just been yelling at the top of her
lungs.
“Mr. Blackwolf,” she cleared her throat, her voice coming
more clearly, “I most heartily apologize for the damage done by one of my
employees. I can assure you he will never darken our door again, no matter how
much he pleads.”
The man crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow at
her. She wanted to smack him. It was hard enough to have to apologize, but his
pleased arrogance was not helping matters.
“What can we do to make amends?” She finally choked out. As
soon as he smiled, she knew she should not have asked that question. His
smile widened to a wolfish grin. No male should be that damn gorgeous or that
arrogant.
“There’s only one thing that will do. I want the Mate I should have been paired with when I walked through that door.” His deep voice made her
cunt start to weep again.
“Of course. I will have our best psych profiler provide you
with the appropriate partner.” She swallowed down acid. “At no charge, of
course.”
“Serena!” Lea hissed.
Serena turned to glare at her. “Do you have a better
suggestion?”
Lea studied the wolf then smiled her best feline smile at
him because she knew she was the best profiler they had on staff. “No. I
don’t.”
Serena inhaled slowly and counted to ten so she wouldn’t be
tempted to commit murder for the second time that day. Blackwolf was looking
for a Mate, with a capital M, which meant he wanted pups. To get pups, he
needed a she-wolf, not a she-cat. Lea would be out of luck. Of course, with her
ample curves, Serena knew that she would as well. He might tumble her if she
really was in heat, which she wasn’t, but she had far too much
experience with this type of male to think she would appeal to him in any other
way. She turned back to him and waited.
“I don’t want just any Mate, Ms. Goldwolf.”
Serena grimaced. “I am aware of that, Mr. Blackwolf. We will
provide you exclusive service to find the proper female for you.
Predator-Match.com has a guarantee of satisfaction.”
His grin widened farther and he leaned toward her. “Good.
Because I definitely want… satisfaction .”
He all but purred in her ear and she could feel her juices
start to seep onto her thighs. She realized in consternation that he still held
her black silk panties in his right hand. He lifted them to his nose, inhaled
and licked his lips. Serena whimpered before biting her lip to silence herself.
He took a step closer.
The warmth of his body radiated toward her, and suddenly,
she experienced flashover. Her clothes felt uncomfortable. Her body felt
fevered. Damn it to hell…he was right. She was on the brink of heat. This
couldn’t be right. She was painfully regular and she knew she wasn’t due for at
least a week. Yet this heat was coming…setting her on fire. And it would be a
heat more intense than any she’d ever experienced before.
The only other time in her entire life she had felt anything
like this was when she’d come into heat the very first time, just shortly after
her eighteenth birthday. An unrelated alpha in her pack had initiated her and
it had been the most amazing sex she’d ever had. She just knew that if Damien
Blackwolf mounted her while
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