The Alpha Awakening

chapter 2

Caius sat in his car waiting for Lisa to show up at the restaurant. She was always late. He should just end things with her, but every time he mentioned dating other people, she started the waterworks, and he had no idea how to shut it up other than to tell her to forget it.

His cell phone chirped. An alarm that someone was in his office blinked to life. A few key strokes and he was accessing the remote camera he’d installed in his office. Since he was working with Lisa’s father’s accounts and buying a new company, he’d been specific about security. He’d taken extra measures to ensure his locked-up paperwork wasn’t tampered with.

The camera gave a clear image of his desk. His c**k went hard as he watched Lyra, his sexy-as-hell assistant, sit in his chair. He glanced around the dark parking lot. His was the only car there. Most people parked in areas closer to the main road, but he liked not worrying about someone scratching his Bugatti.

The car was his one gift to himself. There had been no reason for it, either. He’d just gone out one day and bought it. His gaze went back to Lyra in his chair.

She leaned back and lifted her legs, her skirt falling to either side of her hips. He straightened in his seat. What was she doing?

When his friend Nick had asked him to give his little sister a job, Caius hadn’t expected Lyra. Hell, in all the years he’d known the lion, he’d never met Nick’s sister. Then they’d had dinner at Nick’s place, and Caius had never been the same again.

On her first day at the job, his tongue almost fell out of his mouth when she walked in the door.

Her gorgeous peachy skin alone caught his attention. But the full package? Those curves, the tattoos, and the long black curls made his d**k hard enough to hammer nails. When she spoke, her soft throaty voice did him in. He’d actually gone to the bathroom to jerk off just thinking of her voice.

He’d been disgusted with himself. This was Nick’s little sister. Though nothing was little about her. Not her sumptuous curves and not her breasts. Certainly not that gorgeous ass. One of his favorite things about her was the way her eyes glowed a sexy gold that he knew meant her wild side was near.

It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her. Not really. He just respected the fact she was his friend’s sister. That and she was out of his f*****g league. The short dresses she wore with the low-cut tops that showed off her breasts drove him f*****g crazy. He should tell her to be more professional, but who the hell was he kidding? He loved wondering what she might wear every day.

He continued looking at her on the phone’s screen. Her sexy lips formed a pout. He’d already learned all her facial expressions. That look on her face meant she was frustrated. He wondered why. He ate up the image of her sitting at his desk. She was so goddamned sexy.

His c**k hurt, and he found himself stroking it over his pants. It wasn’t enough. He watched her slide a hand between her legs. s**t! Was she really going to? Yes, she was. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled his d**k out of his pants until he glanced down and saw it in his grip.

For f**k’s sake, he hadn’t had s*x in too goddamned long.

Lisa wanted to, but every time he tried to do anything, his d**k went limp, refusing to work. It was embarrassing as hell. All he had to do was think about Lyra and he went instantly hard. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a witch instead of a lioness.

He’d decided tonight was a good night to end things with Lisa. He’d break up with her even if she cried. He was done with her. That decision made allowed him to watch Lyra guilt-free.

Lyra pushed her panties to the side and he tapped an icon that zoomed in on the image of her. The camera he’d installed was the best and damn expensive. He realized now it had been worth its weight in gold. It gave him the clearest image of her.

She yanked down the neckline of her dress, revealing her hard-pointed n*****s. His mouth watered. Beads of moisture gathered at the tip of his d**k. He used it to lubricate his c**k and jerk harder. At the moment, he could give two f***s how hard he was handling his d**k.

Her shoe-less feet pressed at the edge of his desk. She leaned the chair back and fondled her p***y with her right hand while tugging on her n*****s with her left.

“f**k, that’s a beautiful sight,” he muttered.

She increased her speed, her eyes closed. Her pink tongue swiped over her full lips as if she were getting them ready to suck his d**k. Yes. His d**k. Because this was his fantasy, and he’d give his left testicle to make it a reality.

As she increased in speed, so did he. He jerked in tandem with her circles on her c**t. Her p***y gleamed pink and so f*****g perfect, he could imagine being the one in the room with her, pressing his fingers to her c**t. She cracked her lids open and the golden glow was there.

“Look at me,” he whispered to the phone.

She glanced up at the lamp in his office, to the very spot he’d had the camera hidden. It almost looked like she was looking right at him, and he loved it.

He jerked harder, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing. She tugged on a n****e and tapped on her c**t. Her hips rose off the chair. Another tap and she bit her bottom lip.

He watched her toes curl on the desk. Her breathing increased in speed. Wetness dripped from her slit, and she slid two fingers into her p***y and gripped the armrest as she came.

He continued to jerk and when he saw her grab his handkerchief and wipe her p***y juices with it, he f*****g lost it. He grabbed at the napkin in his cup holder and covered the head of his c**k as he came.

Streams of c*m landed on the napkin, a napkin he wished at that moment was her slick, hot s*x. He milked his c**k, the image in his mind of her wiping her p***y with his handkerchief, one he’d never wash. f**k. Her face had been priceless.

His phone buzzed in his hand, interrupting his video feed, and he almost had a heart attack. He cleaned up and put his d**k away. The last thing he needed was someone to catch him doing that s**t.

Lisa. f**k, he’d forgotten all about her.

“Lisa?”

“Where are you? I’ve been waiting at the restaurant for at least two minutes.”

He bit down the urge to send her to hell.

“I’m coming.” He wasn’t lying.

“Well, hurry up!”

Tonight. Definitely tonight. He was at the end of his f*****g rope with her.