Alpha vs Alpha by Francesca Hawley

Author:Francesca Hawley
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
Published: 2011-10-11T12:44:22+00:00

Chapter Seven

The first thing he thought as he slowly surfaced from sleep was that something was missing. Something vital. Damien sighed and his eyes gradually opened. His office was dark and he was alone. That was wrong. He shouldn’t be alone. Despite the darkness, his night vision easily compensated. He rolled onto his back and sat up. The clock on the wall showed 8 p.m.

He looked down, noting that he was quite nude. He took a deep breath, trying to get oriented and realized what was wrong when the scent of his Mate hit him. He looked around the room. There was no light on in the bathroom that connected to his office. He felt the floor beside him. Her body heat was absent. She’d been gone for quite some time and the bitch hadn’t bothered to wake him up. In fact, she’d probably gone out of her way not to wake him. He started to swear.

Damien stood and looked for his clothes. They weren’t here. Damn Serena to hell. He went into his bathroom where he kept a spare suit and found that missing too. In its place her bra, garter belt and stockings were hung, with her heels sitting on the floor beneath. He slammed his fist into the door. When he got his hands on her…yada, yada, yada. Suddenly, he smiled. Then he started to laugh. She really was something. God! How completely she’d turned the tables on him, and damn, but he was a lucky wolf. He grinned.

Chase or Kenyon might still be here, so he tried a joint call to their offices. “Hey, are either of you guys still in the building?”

“Yeah, we’re here. What’s up?” Chase responded via the intercom.

“Do you guys have any spare clothes?”

“Spare clothes?”

Damien sighed as he heard the barely suppressed laughter in Chase’s voice. They were never going to let him live this one down. “Yes. Clothes. You know those fabric things that humans require we wear in public?”

“Yeah, I do.” Damien heard Kenyon respond in the background. At least he and Kenyon were about the same size. Chase was a head taller than both of them, and he and Kenyon both stood six-two. Chase also outweighed them by fifty pounds too. He looked as if he’d be more at home in a pro-wrestling ring than a court of law.

Damien was leaning against his desk, with the light on, when his partners opened the door, bearing clothing. “Gah…” Kenyon paused on the threshold and shook his head. “Jeez. There’s enough musk in here to perfume half of France!”

“Birds! Too fastidious for my taste. Smells like hot sex in here. Very hot sex. I like it.” Chase took a deep breath to fill his rather expansive chest with the smell of Damien’s mating with Serena. Damien scowled at him. “That’s one hot bitch you found for yourself, my friend. Was the sex as tasty as it smells?” He eyed Damien from head to foot with an insolent grin.

“It was better. Will

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