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“The agency!” I yell.

“And you can’t control my movements, and this is a workplace. HR!”

His laugh is dark, I feel it down my body as chills erupt—not of fear but excitement.

“Report all you want, but I know your thoughts. I know you really don’t want to report me, or leave this job, or your apartment, I know that you already feel me between your thighs, people like you…” He glares.

“…want one thing.”

I gulp.

“What’s that?

“To be hunted.”

Chapter 11

Primal Need

ELI

The words coming out of my own mouth actually make me want her more, like this primal need I know I shouldn’t have. It’s an out-of-body experience. I don’t even recognize my own voice.

Her hair alone would be a siren's call.

I want to tug it, pull her back to me, and then I want to keep her safe from the world while still making sure I’m the only Alpha in it.

Blood courses through my veins as she stares up at me, eyes locked on.

Shit, she’s going to quit on me, isn’t she?

I need to calm down. I need to run, but if I run, I know it will only be to chase her.

I try to get my breathing under control, but the world around me, my office, the large window—even the moon, it fades into tunnel vision.

I know it’s wrong.

But my soul screams her, right. Just do it.

I no longer want to resist and it’s been mere days.

I crash my mouth against hers, my hand holding her neck, her hair tangled between my fingers as I slam her against the wall. Books fall next to her and crash onto the ground.

She moans into my mouth, clawing at my chest, tearing open my shirt. Buttons hit the ground as my free hand finds her ass, frantically digging in. My incisors drip with need.

Her tongue comes into contact with one, scraping against it with her tongue. Our kiss deepens and then stops when I jerk away and taste blood.

Hers.

Control is a thing of the past. I have to run. I have to go. If I stay, if I stay I don’t know what I’ll do but her taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, it coats my tongue, brings me life.

Maybe it’s life itself.

I can feel myself changing.

All it took was her blood.

Not even a bite, but the craving I have to take her is more intense than at the gala, there's something special about her.