Ana grabbed some of the files from her desk, glanced down the hallway to ensure nobody was coming and quietly slipped into Callum’s office. The moment she stepped foot in there, the tigress purred. She pushed at the skin and wanted out. The scent of him lingered in the office. Pure male and dangerous wolf. The combination made her bite her lip to keep from groaning. She really needed to start taking her heat medication sooner than ever it seemed.
Callum’s office was dark woods and black leather. She walked around his office, her steps muted by the carpeting. She walked over to his desk and pulled his chair back. His scent was even more powerful there. The leather of the seat squeaked when she sat down. He still had the latest file right on his desk. She opened it and read for a few minutes, but the potent scent of him in that area managed to distract her from the task at hand.
“Why does he have to be the one you want?” She hissed at the cat. The animal pushed under her skin as if to remind her she wanted him too. Callum wasn’t all tattooed like the Day brothers. He was much more like Royce. A typical business man who wore slacks and button-down shirts. With those gorgeous dark eyes and spiky cut hair, he was hot. But when you added the few times she’d caught him grinning or his eyes glowing with the animal, she’d been a goner. Sexual arousal to the billionth power.
She sighed and leaned back on his chair, caressing the arm rests at her sides. She needed help. All her brain focused on was the he’d been there before. His body sat on that chair and his scent was still on his desk. She picked up the pen he’d used and lifted it to her nose. Yeah, it was official. She needed therapy and a serious dose of hormonal control. Disgust over her inability to control her own body filled her. Slamming the file closed, she picked it up, along with the notebook and pen she’d brought with her and headed for the sofa on the other side of the office.
Sitting at his desk was messing with her head. It was pushing her to want things she really should not at the moment. A mate. A wolf. They didn’t play well together. She scratched, he bit. Great combination in bed, but not with wild animals.
She spread the papers around her on the sofa and started taking notes. Her mind drifted on the idea of her mating with Callum. Why oh why did she do it to herself? Why couldn’t she just find a nice tiger to give her a litter? She knew it was that. She wanted babies dammit. But why did her bitchy cat want to focus on a wolf? Wolves were not for tigers. It was a match made in hell.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. Callum’s scent continued to drive her tigress wild. It was hard enough to get her stomach to stop flip-flopping and to control her erratic heartbeats.
“Stop torturing me,” she begged her tigress. “He’s not for you.”
His scent grew thicker around her, more powerful. Her * went slick with need. The damn cat inside her reveled in his scent. She purred in the back of her throat, the sound low and soft.
“That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her eyes snapped open to clash with a golden gaze no more than a few inches for her.
“I’m—” She gulped.
“In heat,” he inhaled and licked his lips.
She squeezed her legs tight because if not she’d definitely wet her panties.
“I’m sorry,” she tried again.
She glanced at the man looming in front of her. How had she not heard him walk in? Where was her super cat hearing when she needed it? Probably thinking about him just like everything else in her body.
He’d caged her in the sofa. She licked her lips and tried not to moan when he leaned closer.
“You really do smell delicious,” he said, his voice rough with the beast.
She glanced down at his mouth. At the hard way he breathed. He appeared to be having as much difficulty breathing as she did getting enough air into her lungs. She knew he wanted her. She could scent it, but more than that, she could see it in his eyes.
“Mr. Night...” her voice trailed off when he shook his head.
“Callum. Say it.”
She gulped. Dear lord she was in such deep shit. Not even the kind of deep shit a person disliked. This was the deep shit she had dreamed about but tried to steer clear of due to their different species status.
“Callum,” she whispered.
A slow predatory grin spread over his lips. His eyes brightened and a dangerous tightening took hold of his features.
She blinked. All hell broke loose. He leaned down, meshed their lips together and kissed her with so much heat she was left breathless. She gasped. He used the movement to plunge his tongue into her mouth. She purred in the back of her throat. The tigress wanted the wolf so badly. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her animal’s urges had pushed her into full blown heat.
Callum continued to kiss her, rubbing his tongue over hers so expertly she lost herself in the moment. He nipped and sucked on her lips, groaning with every press of their lips. Every swipe of their tongues was like a match being lit on fire. Her blood scorched her veins.
He pulled away from her. Their gazes met. His bold look raked down her face to her chest. She bit her lip. Her body had turned into a hormonal mess that pushed her desire to new heights.