Thorne’s POV
I didn’t decide to unbuckle my belt.
I didn’t make a conscious choice to unzip my pants and push them down just far enough to free myself.
My body just did it‚ operating on pure instinct‚ because the pressure had built past the point of tolerance and something had to give before I lost control of my wolf entirely.
My hand wrapped around my cock and I hissed through my teeth at the contact.
I was so hard it bordered on pain‚ the kind of aching‚ throbbing hardness that came from being denied the one thing my body was designed to claim.
The tip was already slick‚ and when I squeezed at the base and stroked upward‚ a bead of precum dripped over my knuckles and onto the carpet.
I kept her panties pressed against my nose and mouth as I stroked myself‚ breathing her in with every thrust of my fist.
My eyes fell closed and the images came flooding in‚ vivid and relentless and impossible to stop.
Skye in that elevator with her back arched and her wrists above her head.
Skye’s lips parting on a moan when I found that spot inside her.
Skye’s thighs trembling around my hand.
The heat of her.
The tightness.
The way her walls had gripped my fingers like she never wanted me to pull out.
My hand moved faster.
I imagined pushing her face down across my desk‚ right here‚ right now.
I imagined lifting that skirt and finding nothing underneath because I had taken her panties and she was bare and exposed and completely mine.
I imagined running my fingers through her wetness‚ spreading her open‚ hearing that desperate little whimper she makes when her body wants something her pride won’t let her ask for.
I imagined pushing into her with one deep‚ slow thrust‚ feeling her stretch around me inch by agonizing inch until I was buried so deep inside her that she couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
A groan tore from my throat so loud it echoed off the office walls.
My hips jerked forward into my fist‚ chasing the fantasy‚ chasing the release‚ chasing the ghost of a woman who was sitting right outside my door with nothing under her skirt and no idea what she was doing to me.
I was close.
So fucking close.
The pressure coiled at the base of my spine like a spring pulled to its absolute limit‚ my balls tightened‚ my thighs tensed‚ and I could feel the orgasm building with the kind of intensity that would probably bring me to my knees.
My wolf howled inside my chest‚ and for one dangerous second‚ I let him surface just enough to feel the full force of the bond‚ the primal‚ unbreakable tether that connected my soul to hers‚ pulling and pulling and pulling until every nerve in my body was on fire.
Mine.
She is mine.
Only mine.
Always mine.
My office door burst open.
My eyes snapped open and my hand froze mid-stroke.
Her eyes were wide.
Her lips were parted.
And her gaze dropped from my face to my hand‚ which was still wrapped around my cock‚ still slick‚ still hard‚ still very much exposed.
Time stopped.
The air between us turned to concrete.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us breathed.
The only sound in the entire room was the harsh rasp of my breathing and the blood roaring through my ears.
My wolf surged forward so violently that my eyes flashed pure gold.
“GET OUT!” I snarled‚ my voice coming out so deep and distorted that it barely sounded human.
It was more growl than words‚ more animal than man‚ torn from the darkest part of me that was barely holding on to the last shred of control keeping me from crossing this office in three strides and taking what belonged to me.
She stumbled backward‚ her hand slipping off the door handle‚ her chest heaving.
And then she ran.
The door slammed shut behind her‚ and I was alone again‚ breathing like I had just sprinted a mile‚ my cock still throbbing in my hand‚ her panties still pressed against my face‚ and her scent still flooding every cell of my body with a need so violent it felt like it was going to kill me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my fist against the desk so hard the wood cracked beneath my knuckles.
“Fuck!”
This woman was going to be the end of me.
And the worst part was that I would let her.