The Ebony Alpha

Chapter 6: Mateo's View

She stared up at me hungrily, and I knew what she wanted. While she had swallowed most of my c*m, a little bit still dripped from her chin. Without breaking eye contact, she started to stand up.

I watched as she hopped on my desk and spread her legs slowly. Her short skirt began to rise as her legs spread, and I could see the minimal fabric barely covering her p***y.

She was playing a game I refused to let her win, but I wasn’t going to deny myself some pleasure in the process. I watched as she temporarily broke eye contact to watch my c**k begin to harden. She looked back up at me and smiled.

“Wanna f**k me, Mateo?” Jordan says seductively as she slides two fingers into her mouth.

I didn’t say anything as I watched her take her wet fingers and move them down to the tiny piece of covering between her legs. Jordan slides the fabric to the side and spreads her lips with her free hand. She slowly rubs her fingers up and down her slit before plunging her two sucked-on fingers into her wet p***y.

Despite trying to avoid giving her any further response, I couldn’t help but let out a slight hiss at the sight of her actions. I try to look at her face, but her head is already tilted back as she pumps her fingers in and out of herself.

I opened a desk drawer to pull out a condom and quickly tore it open with my teeth. The condom glides on quickly, and I stand up and spread Jordan’s legs wider. She giggles with excitement and moves her fingers away.

Just as I start to penetrate her opening, she closes her legs, and my chest slams into her knees.

“Are you wearing a condom?” she asks flatly.

I immediately pulled back and started to glare at her as I responded, “Yes. Is that a problem?”

Jordan sits up and blushes slightly. She starts to play with my tie and looks down. “No, I just like how you feel without it,” Jordan says quietly.

I am no fool. Jordan wasn’t worried about the feeling; she wanted to get pregnant. I had mistakenly slept with her the first time without a condom. I was ridiculously drunk, and she took advantage of the situation. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t get pregnant. Unfortunately for me, I still enjoyed f*****g her, and the way she sucked my d**k was addictive.

Jordan was an attractive girl, but so were many women in my pack. Quite a few of them worked in the office, and I may have had a little fun with some of them. However, if I started messing with a pack member, they were required to take birth control, and I monitored them to ensure they did. I know breeding is in our nature, but I wasn’t fond of the idea of a bunch of bastard pups running around with w***e mothers.

While I may be bringing the Iron Strike pack into current times, I’m still an Alpha with strong s****l needs. At least I wasn’t like some of those other sick bastards who didn’t even give the women in their pack a choice.

Despite my rules about birth control, Jordan refused to take anything. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing with her because she was more aggressive than the others in making it to the top. She didn’t care about anything other than locking down an Alpha, and if she wasn’t fated to be mated with one, good ol’ pregnancy entrapment seemed to be her next best idea. Needless to say, her personality wasn’t going to lock down a werewolf or any man for that matter.

“So, can we try it without the condom?” Jordan asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her as I took off the condom and threw it in the trash. She narrowed her eyes as I silently pulled up my boxers and pants. Before she could say a word, there was a knock on the door.

Jordan didn’t move, and I honestly didn’t care. It wasn’t exactly an office secret that I was f*****g her, one of the benefits of most of your employees being pack members.

“Come in,” I yelled out as I effortlessly slid Jordan to the corner of my desk. I can hear her growl and get off the desk to adjust herself just as the door opens.

Melody walks in and immediately starts to blush a violent red color. She stares at Jordan, then at me, and begins to stammer out an apology for interrupting.

I shake my head as she tries to close the door and tell her to come in. Melody looks nervously at Jordan and walks closer to the desk. I motioned for her to sit down, and she shook her head. Even with my back turned to her, I could feel Jordan angrily glaring at the poor girl.

“Uh um, I have the notes from HR,” Melody says softly. She waited a moment before speaking again, “Um, from the interview for the sales director position.”

“What?” Jordan blurts out. She walks from behind me to the front of my desk and stares down at Melody. “What interview?” she growls into the young girl's face.

I stood and dismissed Melody from the room. She practically runs for the safety of her desk. Jordan then focuses her anger on me. “Why are you interviewing for my job?” Jordan begins to shout.

“Lower your f*****g voice,” I growled at her as I went around the front of the desk. “You have clearly lost your mind and have forgotten who you are speaking to,” I said, barely containing my anger. “I am your f*****g Alpha. I don’t answer to you.”

Jordan is unmoved. She is glowering at me. I hate to admit it, but the anger radiating off her slightly turns me on. As if reading my mind, she steps forward and grabs my d**k. Another hiss escapes my mouth, and she grins.

“So when do I start my new position?” Jordan asks sweetly as she starts rubbing her hand along my print. My body responds despite my growing annoyance with the woman.

I reached down and grabbed Jordan’s wrist. She frowns. I let go of her wrist and walked back to my desk as I told her I had some HR notes to review and to get the f**k out of my office.

Jordan storms towards the door and opens it up to see Thomas standing there with a smile on his face. She yells for him to move and aggressively brushes past him when he doesn’t move quickly enough.

Thomas laughs and walks into my office, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t know why you deal with that girl. That p***y must be magical for you to deal with all of her s**t, and she isn’t even your mate,” says Thomas as he sits down in the chair across from me.

Thomas has been in charge of my HR department since the start of the company. He was more responsible for the paperwork since HR complaints weren’t a thing in a company run by a pack of werewolves. But recently, Thomas had become a bit of a recruiter, bringing in talent. Because as the business grew, my pack couldn’t fulfill our growing needs.

Iron Strike has about 100 employees, and less than 10 were werewolves. Many humans didn’t last long since hiding our true identities added complexities to the office environment. Thomas had his hands full trying to bring in new bodies.

“I haven’t had a chance to look over your notes, Thomas,” I sighed as I began to look through my email.

“That is okay. I figured I would give you my less professional and off-the-record comments about the interview,” Thomas said with a smirk.

The look on his face told me that this was not an ordinary interview. Thomas stares at me, grinning and I grow irritated by the silence.

“What do you know about sirens?” Thomas asked.

“That they are irresistible to men and very rare. Are you trying to tell me you had an interview with a siren?” I responded with horror and intrigue. Did a siren really come to our office? Now I am anxious to meet her, but maybe I shouldn’t. My head is spinning.

“Man…I don’t know. So first off, she is gorgeous. I know that is not what I am supposed to say, but holy s**t. She has this beautiful light brown skin and her eyes….” Thomas started rambling.

I immediately cut him off. “Did you say light brown skin? As in she is black?” I asked him. It wasn’t common to see people of color in the supernatural world. They existed, but I have not personally come across one. My interest is growing.

“Uh, yea. I figured we probably need a bit more diversity in the office. I don’t know if you have noticed, but it is pretty white around here,” Thomas says as he motions around the empty room.

For some reason, that hits a nerve. I started to think about my uncle and his wife. She was black. They had a son that was a little bit older than me, but we didn’t grow up together. They seemed to keep their distance away from my family. It always seemed weird, since my mother always talked about growing up with my uncle and how much she loved him. But not long after he got married and had a kid, he just sort of walked out of her life.

Once again, Thomas interrupts my thoughts and continues. He told me how beautiful the applicant was and how he immediately felt drawn to her, but he couldn’t explain why. I let him ramble on a little more about his inappropriate analysis of the girl before I asked him why he thought she was a siren.

“So I’ve never met a siren before, and I am not quite sure what to think. I thought I would be bowing down before her or something, but it wasn’t like that. Maybe I am wrong, but something is not normal about the girl for sure,” Thomas states.

“I don’t know if I want a siren working here. Why did she leave her last job?” I asked him.

“Michelle told me she wasn’t able to grow at her company, and she was looking for new opportunities,” Thomas shrugs in response.

“Wait, she is coming from Stonewall?” I blurt out.

“Yea. I’ve kept in touch with Michelle because I’m still trying to get her to come over here, but that asshole Darren keeps upping her pay,” Thomas says with annoyance. He continues with, “I mentioned to her about the sales position since I figured Jordan was no longer in the running after that contract fail last month. She called me earlier this week to tell me she had someone.”

Fucking Jordan. She thought she was being slick trying to handle a massive contract alone. In her attempts to prove something, she messed up the numbers, and we lost millions. I could feel the anger starting to creep up again.

“I think we should hire her,” Thomas stated matter of factly.

“I need to meet her first. We have had enough go wrong over the last few months. I want to make sure that she is right for the job,” I said as I tried to calm myself after the reminder of Jordan’s stupidity.

Thomas looked at me with a grin, and I felt my stomach drop.

“I figured you would say that. So I made her wait, and she is just outside of your office right now,” Thomas said as he started to get up.

Panic started to consume me, and I have no clue why. What was I freaked out by? Was it because she was possibly a siren? Before I could do or say anything, Thomas was looking out the door and motioning for someone to come in.

The moment she walks in, her scent fills the room. She smells like warmed spiced vanilla. My head is swimming like I had too much to drink as I watch her walk toward me in what feels like slow motion.

Thomas was right; she was f*****g gorgeous. Her skin was perfect, and her soft, curly hair was tied up into a bun on top of her head. I stared at the slightly exposed part of her neck and felt this overwhelming urge to leap across the desk and mark her.

What the f**k was going on? Rocco, my wolf, was running around frantically in my mind. He was excited, but his excitement soon turned to frustration as I heard him mumbling. Rocco never mumbled. All I could hear was, “M-m-ma-ma. M-m-ma.”

Suddenly, she was standing before me and reaching out her hand. I looked into her eyes, and she gave a shy smile. Then I reached for her hand, and I was immediately shocked. We both pulled back our hands, shaking them at the same time. She seems to recover faster than me and looks back in my direction. Rocco immediately takes over when my eyes look up and lock with hers, and he growls out, “Mate!”

The room is silent, and I watch as her eyes change color. Before I could react, they immediately switched back to their original greenish-brown color. They were mesmerizing.

“Um Mateo, uh, this is Laila,” Thomas finally broke the awkward silence, “Laila, this is Mateo Bianco. He is the owner and CEO of Iron Strike.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Bianco,” Laila responded politely.

“Please call me Mateo. My father is Mr. Bianco.” I state.

“Mateo,” Laila said with a smile.

My d**k jumps as I hear my name come out of her mouth. My thoughts become clouded with the desire to listen to her scream it as I f**k her into a coma.

“Um, yea…shall we sit down? I do have other things to take care of today.” Thomas jumped in while giving me a crazed look.

“Yes. Laila, I want to hear all about you,” I said as I started to sit down. I caught Thomas rolling his eyes as he and Laila sat across me.

My mate is sitting right across from me, and I am struggling to contain myself. Laila, on the other hand, seemed to be in complete control of herself. How is that? I spent the next hour asking her questions between glares and heavy head shaking from Thomas at my less than work-appropriate inquiries.

The interview seemed to be winding down, and I was desperate to extend the time. Much to my annoyance, Thomas intervenes and starts to thank Laila for her time. They stand up and shake hands. Rocco growls in my head, watching them touch.

I scramble to my feet as Laila reaches over to shake my hand. I can feel myself smiling like an i***t over the thought of touching her again. An intense sensation shoots up my arm, and I find myself holding on a little longer than a customary handshake requires.

Laila smiles warmly at me and gently tries to pull her hand from my grasp. “It was nice to meet you, Mr….I mean Mateo,” she says as she starts to walk away. She doesn’t look back before she leaves my office, closing the door behind her.

“So your mate’s a siren,” Thomas chuckles before sitting back in the chair. I ignore him as I struggle with my thoughts to run after her.

“Don’t do it,” Thomas warned as if seeing my internal struggle. I look at him as my mind races through what just happened. Was I fated to be with a siren? Why did she seem so unaffected by our bond? Can a mate bond be confused by a siren’s powers?

Never one to miss a beat, Thomas suggests that maybe sirens don’t respond to the mate bond the same way. Or perhaps they don’t even know what it is.

“She better figure it out soon because she is f*****g mine, whether she knows it or not,” growls Rocco. I nodded my head in agreement.