Leo
"Leo," she whispered, her body already responding to my touch despite her attempt at professional distance. "The driver—"
"Can’t see through the privacy partition," I completed her thought, my fingers finding the zipper of her tailored pants. "And can’t hear us unless I activate the intercom."
Her resistance crumbled as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, finding her already wet and ready. A soft gasp escaped her lips as I circled her most sensitive spot with deliberate precision.
"Tell to stop," I challenged, my voice husky with desire, "and I will."
Her answer ca in the form of her hands reaching for my belt buckle, her eyes darkened with the sa hunger that consud .
"Don’t you dare stop," she commanded, and Ronan howled in triumph within .
I freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants, groaning as her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft. In one fluid motion, I lifted her onto my lap, positioning her so she straddled , her skirt bunched around her waist.
"This suit," I growled, pushing her jacket off her shoulders to reveal the silk blouse beneath. "You have no idea what it does to ."
"I think I have so idea," she purred, grinding against my erection, the thin fabric of her panties the only barrier between us.
With a primal growl, I ripped the delicate material away, exposing her glistening core. She gasped at the sudden action, her pupils dilating with arousal.
"I need you now," she demanded, her wolf rising to the surface, her eyes flashing with amber fire.
I positioned myself at her entrance, my hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave marks—marks that would remind her later of this mont, of who she belonged to.
"Mine," I growled as I thrust upward, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.
Her head fell back, a moan escaping her parted lips as she took fully inside her. "Yours," she agreed, her inner walls clenching around deliciously. "And you’re mine."
The possessiveness in her voice drove wild, Ronan surging with satisfaction at our mate’s claim. I captured her mouth again as she began to ride , setting a desperate, needy rhythm that matched the intensity of our shared triumph after the council eting.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain down my spine. "I was born for myself," she corrected , her voice breathless but firm. "That I choose to stand with you is my gift, not my purpose."
Even in the midst of passion, she challenged , refused to be rely what I wanted. It only made want her more.
"Touch yourself," I commanded, feeling myself getting close but determined she would find her release first. "Let see you co undone."
Her eyes locked with mine as her hand slid between our bodies, her fingers circling her sensitive bundle of nerves in ti with our thrusts. The sight was exquisite—Victoria Howlthorne, who had just faced down the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory, now chasing her pleasure on my cock, completely uninhibited.
"That’s it, little wolf," I encouraged as her movents beca more erratic, her inner walls beginning to flutter around . "Show how good I make you feel."
"Leo," she gasped, her free hand clutching my shoulder as her climax approached. "I’m close—I need—"
I knew exactly what she needed.
She ca with a cry that would have been heard throughout the car if not for the soundproof partition, her body convulsing around mine as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The sight of her coming undone—combined with the rhythmic pulsing of her inner walls around my cock—pushed over the edge.
"Victoria," I groaned against her skin as my release hit with staggering force, my seed filling her as my hips jerked upward in primal claiming.
For several minutes afterward, we remained entwined, her head resting on my shoulder as our breathing gradually returned to normal. My fingers traced lazy patterns on her back as the reality of our situation settled back around us.
"We need to move fast," she finally murmured, her mind already returning to the threats we faced. "Tonight, if possible."
I nodded, reluctantly releasing her so she could adjust her clothing. "I’ll have Tiny prepare a team for the extraction. You focus on gathering whatever evidence you can from your father’s study—anything that might link Marcus to what happened."
As she slid back onto the seat beside , her face flushed with our recent activities but her eyes sharp with determination, I was struck again by how perfectly she balanced strength and vulnerability, strategy and passion.
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