Rejecting My Shifter Boss by Skye Alder
Eleven
Kiera
“To a lifetime of health and happiness!”Marin, one of the accountants at Alpha Cybersecurity, says while raising her glass. She’s also apparently part of Roman’s pack. I’m still learning about shifters, but my mate has been helpful and patient with me and my many questions.
A chorus of cheers follows Marin’s toast. Roman rented out a restaurant across the street from the office, inviting his pack and closest friends to have a celebration dinner. I won’t lie, being introduced as Roman’s mate has me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
A few weeks ago, that title would have driven me crazy. I didn’t want to belong to anyone. I fought hard for my independence and still work for it every day. However, Roman has shown me how dedicated he is to caring for me. He’s kind, thoughtful, and protective. Not to mention insatiable. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other all throughout the meal.
Roman trails his fingers up my inner thigh, making me shiver. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, taking in his sexy little smirk. Someone else is talking now, probably offering kind words or congratulations, but neither one of us is paying attention.
Instead, all my focus is on the growing ache inside me as Roman slips his hand beneath my skirt. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, which makes Roman smirk even more.
“Kiera?” my sister says, barging into our moment. Roman squeezes my thigh once and then withdraws his hand, giving me a wink. He turns to talk to someone else while I give Peyton a smile.
“What’s up?”
“I...I was just wondering…”
“You can talk to me about anything,” I tell her, worry creasing my brow.
“Are you going to move in with Roman right away?” she blurts out. “I was just thinking about the lease on our apartment and—”
“I’m not going to leave you,” I rush to say, cutting her off. “What kind of big sister would that make me?” I give her a smile, which she returns. I see relief in her eyes, but also sadness. It kills me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I raise an eyebrow at her, letting her know I’m not buying her bullshit. Peyton sighs, knowing I won’t let it go until she tells me the truth. “I’m happy for you. I truly am. I want you to know that,” she says, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand.
“I know,” I tell her softly, waiting for her to continue.
“It’s just...do you think I’ll ever find someone? You said fated mates are forever, right? And they have to love and protect you?”
My heart hurts for my sister. She’s not jealous, not really. I know her heart. She wants her happily ever after and seeing me, her only true family, find love...it has to feel lonely.
“Yeah, that’s how it works,” I reply. “You know, you could find a mate,” I say with a smile, trying to cheer her up. “There are lots of shifters around here, especially at work.”
“Really? You think so?” Her eyes are full of hope. I want her to have someone like Roman in her life.
“Maybe,” I say with a shrug and a smile. This seems to satisfy her for now, though I’m sure we’ll have another talk about it later. Peyton gives my hand one last squeeze, then gets up to find Everly.
“Ready to get out of here?” Roman asks, his deep voice rumbling in my ear.
“We can’t just abandon everyone. We’re the guests of honor.”
Roman growls, making me grin.
“Need you, mate.” His whispered words tickle my skin, making my pussy throb. “You need me, too, don’t you?”
I nod without hesitation. I do. I always need him. Before I know what’s happening, Roman stands up, yanking me up with him. One minute I’m staring up at him, and the next minute the world turns upside down as he throws me over his shoulder.
“Excuse me!” I try sounding offended, but I’m pretty sure I just sound desperate.
I’m barely aware of the chuckles from the people around the table as Roman carries me outside, across the street, and straight to the elevator. He sets me down once the doors close, backing me against the wall.
“Kiera,” he groans, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me with overwhelming passion. His tongue glides along the roof of my mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure throughout my body. Roman grips my hips, pulling me toward him as he grinds his thick dick against my stomach.
We only break apart when the doors open. Roman drags me out of the elevator and races toward his office, shutting the door with his foot and pressing me up against it.
“I want you so bad,” I moan, unashamed of my wanton desire. I know my mate is right there with me.
Roman growls and kisses down my neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my blouse.
“Be more specific, Kiera. What do you want from me? What can I give you, right here, right now?”
He undoes more buttons and trails kisses down my neck and in between my breasts before palming one in each hand. I moan softly when his thumbs caress my hard nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra.
“I want to come,” I whimper.
Roman pinches both of my nipples and bites down on my mark, sending a jolt of pain, heat, and pleasure coursing through me. I gasp and then moan, my body and mind not even sure how to process the dual sensations.
He kisses me roughly, and then tears his mouth away. Roman backs up, leaving me slumped against the wall. He locks the door and closes the blinds so we’re in complete privacy in his office. The thought makes my pulse race and my pussy throb.
I watch as he removes his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt. God, even just watching his forearms flex makes me ache with need. I can’t believe he’s mine. My mate. I really can’t believe I resisted him for so long. I had no idea what I was missing.
He removes his tie and then gives me a wicked grin as he steps closer to where I am. He quirks an eyebrow up, his body so close to mine but not touching. I can feel heat and arousal rippling off him, the anticipation of what’s to come zipping around us.
Roman peels my already unbuttoned blouse off and kisses a trail from my shoulder up to my neck, sucking on my overly sensitive mark. “Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back.”
I do as he says, gasping when he starts to wrap his silk tie around my wrists. My pussy clenches as Roman ties the final knot and guides me until I’m standing in front of his desk. He skims his hands over my stomach and breasts as he kisses the back of my neck and nips my shoulders.
“So damn beautiful, mate,” he whispers in my ear. “Now bend over for me.”
Roman places a hand between my shoulder blades, bending me over his desk with my cheek pressed against the cool surface. I gasp when Roman kicks my feet apart so my legs are spread.
“Fucking Christ,” Roman growls. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you just like this? How many times I wanted to call you in here and strip you down so I could tongue your pussy and finally have a taste of your sweetness?” I shake my head no, trembling at each teasing touch. “Too damn long. And we’re going to make up for lost time.”
He kneels behind me, sliding his hands up my legs and pushing my skirt up over my hips, revealing my lacy pink underwear that does nothing to hide my arousal.
Roman nuzzles his nose against my pussy, over the now ruined fabric of my panties. His hands massage circles into my legs as they work from my calves up to my thighs. Then Roman hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs, helping me step out of them.
A moment of insecurity whips through me at being so exposed, but my thoughts fly right out of my head when Roman presses his tongue into my soaking wet folds.
“Oh God,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
Roman doesn't start nice and slow. There's no build-up. He's eating me out in sloppy strokes of his tongue that make my pussy gush and flutter. He growls into my cunt, making my legs shake. Roman grips my thighs in his large, strong hands to keep me steady.
He slowly drags his tongue from my clit down to my entrance, where he scoops out my juices and brings them back, back, back, until…
Oh my God…
His tongue swirls the puckered flesh of my asshole, making me gasp. Roman grunts in approval and then spreads my cheeks wide, licking around my little rosebud and sucking, creating an intense pressure that floods my pussy. Roman alternates between eating out my ass and cunt, driving me closer, closer, closer, and then switching, just to start the process over again.
"Roman,” I whimper. My bones are liquid, my muscles sore and tired from straining, again and again, getting right to the edge of release only to be pulled back again. He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves once, twice, God once more…once more…
Roman pulls away and stands up, making me growl in frustration. I hear his zipper and then a second later, Roman slams into me, his fat cock pushing me right over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. His hand covers my mouth right before I cry out, his other hand wrapping around my hips to hold me in place while he fucks me hard and fast.
“Jesus, Kiera…”
He grunts and thrusts into me again and again as papers fall off his desk. The computer monitor rattles and a mug of pens falls to the floor. His hand moves from my mouth to my hair, fisting it and yanking my head back while he picks up his speed.
Roman pistons in and out of me, making wet smacking sounds with each stroke of his cock. His fist tightens around my hair, pulling the strands tight against my scalp and electrocuting my nerves. Roman’s other hand strokes my clit. I whimper with each thrust of his hips, that thick cock hitting me so, so deep.
A feral sound leaves Roman’s throat before he pinches my clit and licks my mark over and over. I convulse in his arms as my orgasm sweeps through me and drains all the air from my lungs.
He continues to piston in and out of me, leaning down and covering my back with his front. Roman swells inside of me and bites my mark as he comes in overwhelming waves. I feel his warm release drip down my thighs, making me shudder at the filthiness of it all.
Once his orgasm has faded, Roman unties my wrists and turns me around, helping me sit on his desk. He grabs some tissues from his desk and cleans me up before wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest.
I’m still out of breath as Roman gently helps me down and gets my clothes put back together. He brushes a few strands of hair behind my ear, then kisses my forehead. “You look good when you’re freshly fucked, little mate,” he whispers against my skin. A shiver runs down my spine and he chuckles, giving me one last kiss.
I’m barely aware of walking out to Roman’s car. He buckles my seatbelt and gets me settled in before taking the driver's seat. It’s not until we’re a block away from the office that I finally come out of my daze.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home,” he answers simply.
“My home or yours?”
“Ours, of course.”
“Oh.” A smile spreads across my face at the thought of living with him. I knew it would happen soon, I just didn’t expect it to be right now. I’m not complaining, though. The thought of sleeping alone even one more night is painful. Then I snap back to reality. “Wait, what about Peyton? I promised I wouldn’t abandon her.”
“She’ll move in, too, of course,” he says easily.
“Really? Just like that?”
Roman steals a glance at me, giving me his signature grin. “Anything for you, mate. Your sister is important to you, so she’s important to me. I’ll keep you both safe, just like I promised. Besides, I have more than enough room in my cabin.” I give him a skeptical look, not quite believing this billionaire lives in a cabin out in the woods. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says with a grin. “And trust me, my cabin is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before.”
No sooner do the words leave his mouth than we’re turning into a long gravel driveway. Tall trees line either side, but eventually they thin out and give way to a massive estate. There’s no other word for it. Technically, it’s a cabin in the middle of the woods, but he’s right, it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen.
A two-story log cabin sits in the middle of a lush landscape, somehow wild and yet well-maintained. The second floor has a huge window that I can see from where I’m sitting in the car. The view must be incredible.
I’m still in a bit of a trance as Roman leads me up the front steps with a hand at the small of my back. Stepping inside, I get a good look at the massive fireplace, leather couches, bookshelves, and TV in the living room. I’m about to go snooping when Roman tugs at my wrist, pulling me against his chest.
“Want to break in my bed?” he growls into the side of my neck, licking my mark. Every time he does that, my pussy floods and my knees threaten to give out.
“Ready to go again so soon?” I tease.
“For you? Always. Fucking always.” Roman lifts me up into his arms and I automatically wrap my legs around his hips, sinking into his kiss as he carries me through his cabin.
Setting me down at the foot of his king-size bed, Roman rips my clothes off, right along with his own. I open my mouth to scold him about ruining my best skirt, but he slides his tongue inside, owning me with his wicked, drugging kisses.
He gently pushes me back so I fall against the bed, following me down and covering my body with his. His lips never leave my skin as he settles himself between my thighs. Roman drags his cock up and down my slit, bumping the head of his shaft against my clit over and over.
We both groan, and I can tell Roman is already on edge. Right before he enters me, I shove against his chest. Roman looks confused, but backs off, a thread of worry woven into his deep blue eyes.
“It’s my turn,” I whisper, urging him to lay on his back.
“Your turn for wha—oh shit,” he groans as I straddle him. “So goddamn perfect for me, mate.”
His hands circle my hips, guiding me so my dripping pussy is hovering over dick. Slowly, he eases me down and we both cry out, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. It hurts so good as he molds me to fit him and only him.
I rise up on my knees and then drop down on him again and again, bouncing on his thick cock and grinding down. Roman throws his head back, baring his neck to me. I have the urge to bite him, to claw him, to rip him to shreds.
So, I do. I lean down and scrape my teeth on his neck. He strangles out a cry and snaps his hips up when I bite down on his chest, grinding his huge cock deeper into me. His fingers dig into my hips, bruising the skin there, leaving another mark on me. I want it. I long for it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roman grunts, meeting me thrust for thrust. Each time he hits the end of me, I dig my nails deeper into his skin.
I’m right on the edge, the fire licking at my core, the sweet burn singeing my nerves. Another deep stroke, another, one more, one more…
I cry out, screaming my release as it rushes through me and steals my breath.
Roman flips me over and gathers my wrists up, pinning them above my head. He fucks me through my orgasm, my pussy choking his cock as he fills me over and over. We make wet, sloppy sounds that mix with our cries of pain and pleasure. I want his passion, his agony, his need. I feel it clawing at the surface, and I want to coax the beast within, want it to come out and devour me.
Roman’s muscles are taut with tension as he pistons in and out of me, dragging his thick dick along my walls and sparking my nerve endings with each thrust. I cross my ankles behind his back, urging him impossibly deeper. I can tell he’s almost there, and fuck, so am I. He needs something else, something more. I jerk my hips and crane my neck, pressing against the hand restraining my wrists. I gnash at him, clawing his hand and finally finding purchase with my teeth, biting down on his shoulder.
He roars and shakes, slamming into me roughly as we come together in an explosion of primal grunts. Roman crushes me with his body, holding himself still as he pours out his seed. I feel his powerful cock twitch and empty deep inside of me, causing my pussy to spasm around him again and again.
Roman rests on top of me, totally limp, pressing all the air out of my lungs. I love it. I want to feel the weight of him. He rolls to the side and pulls me on top of him. Oxygen rushes back into my body, filling me up and making my pussy and nipples tingle. An unexpected mini orgasm ripples through my body as I moan and twitch on top of him, his cock still lodged deep inside of me.
I must have dozed off, because I blink awake, smiling when I feel Roman’s lips kissing across my face.
“Thought I lost you there for a minute,” he murmurs, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
“That was…” I blow out a breath, making Roman chuckle.
“Indeed it was, my perfect mate.” I nod my head, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.” It’s the last thing I hear before allowing myself to drift off again.