per
pack or family clan…”
“And
you want to know how we can both be alphas?” Daimon finished for her. After she
nodded, he said, “My brothers and I share the responsibilities of running both our
pack and New Vega together.” He explained how their partnership worked as they
walked. “We’re usually of the same mind when it comes to pack issues, but we’ve
split the duties of New Vega based on our strengths. Maddox deals with most of
the executive decisions, while Tavius handles the client meetings. I like to
work with my hands, so I take care of most of the maintenance issues.”
Daimon
stopped moving as she took his hands in hers. He was so startled that all he
could do was stare down at her. His large hands were more than twice the size
of her small, pale ones. The contrast should have highlighted their
differences, but all he could think about was how gently she held him as she
studied his palms.
“They
are good hands,” she said softly. “Strong hands.”
He
felt the stroke of her thumbs against his flesh zing up his arms, straight down
to his cock, where it left him hard and aching. He shouldn’t want her like
this, not so soon after just meeting her, but he did. He wanted her soft hands
stroking all over his body, soothing his heated skin with her gentle touch.
“My
hands are callused,” he said, his voice rough with his desire for her.
“So
are mine. See?”
She
flipped her right hand over palm up. He touched her skin lightly and felt the
hardened areas between her thumb and forefinger, and on her fingertips.
“What
are these from?”
“From
sewing and from using my cutting shears.” Her gray eyes sparkled as she looked
back up at him. “As I said in the meeting, I make a lot of my own designs.”
“I
remember.” He frowned as he looked back down at her hands. He didn’t like
seeing the tiny calluses marring her soft skin.
“So,
should I call you Alpha Daimon?”
He
wanted to tell her to call him whatever she wished, but ended up just saying,
“Daimon will do.”
Confused
by what she was making him feel, he dropped her hands and took a step back. He
almost bumped into someone behind him, and when the shopper let out a sound of
protest, Daimon turned and pulled back his lips in a silent snarl. The shopper squeaked
in fear, then grabbed onto his companion and hurried off.
“Come,”
Daimon growled.
Not
giving her a chance to protest, he propelled Mya forward with a firm hand at
her back, getting her moving again. He could feel the eyes of her guards on his
back as they continued walking toward the glides that would take them down to
the lower levels. Daimon didn’t like knowing they’d seen his unguarded moment
with Mya.
Mya
had introduced him to Ryland, Mikal and Pia as soon as they had left the
conference room. She’d sent Ryland back to their suite to begin making vid
calls to the crew that would come help get the store up and running while Mikal
and Pia accompanied Mya on her walkthrough. The two elites had followed along
as Daimon showed her several shop locations, but the guards had stayed a few
paces away to give them a little privacy.
Daimon
didn’t like that he’d forgotten he and Mya were being watched, though.
They
made their way down to the third level again, and he uncoded the lock on the
door to let them into the shop Mya had chosen. She let out a little happy sigh
as she looked around the empty space.
“This
is perfect.”
“Fine.
Good.” Daimon shoved his hands into his pockets. He pulled them out again and
took a small tablet out of his back pocket and keyed in a few codes. “I’ve
keyed you and your guards into the system for this location. You just have to
use your palm print to work the lock on either side of the door.”
“That
was quick.” Mya laughed a little breathlessly. “What about the other people
I’ll have working here?”
“Once
they’re cleared through security, you can authorize them.” Daimon fought the
urge to shuffle
pack or family clan…”
“And
you want to know how we can both be alphas?” Daimon finished for her. After she
nodded, he said, “My brothers and I share the responsibilities of running both our
pack and New Vega together.” He explained how their partnership worked as they
walked. “We’re usually of the same mind when it comes to pack issues, but we’ve
split the duties of New Vega based on our strengths. Maddox deals with most of
the executive decisions, while Tavius handles the client meetings. I like to
work with my hands, so I take care of most of the maintenance issues.”
Daimon
stopped moving as she took his hands in hers. He was so startled that all he
could do was stare down at her. His large hands were more than twice the size
of her small, pale ones. The contrast should have highlighted their
differences, but all he could think about was how gently she held him as she
studied his palms.
“They
are good hands,” she said softly. “Strong hands.”
He
felt the stroke of her thumbs against his flesh zing up his arms, straight down
to his cock, where it left him hard and aching. He shouldn’t want her like
this, not so soon after just meeting her, but he did. He wanted her soft hands
stroking all over his body, soothing his heated skin with her gentle touch.
“My
hands are callused,” he said, his voice rough with his desire for her.
“So
are mine. See?”
She
flipped her right hand over palm up. He touched her skin lightly and felt the
hardened areas between her thumb and forefinger, and on her fingertips.
“What
are these from?”
“From
sewing and from using my cutting shears.” Her gray eyes sparkled as she looked
back up at him. “As I said in the meeting, I make a lot of my own designs.”
“I
remember.” He frowned as he looked back down at her hands. He didn’t like
seeing the tiny calluses marring her soft skin.
“So,
should I call you Alpha Daimon?”
He
wanted to tell her to call him whatever she wished, but ended up just saying,
“Daimon will do.”
Confused
by what she was making him feel, he dropped her hands and took a step back. He
almost bumped into someone behind him, and when the shopper let out a sound of
protest, Daimon turned and pulled back his lips in a silent snarl. The shopper squeaked
in fear, then grabbed onto his companion and hurried off.
“Come,”
Daimon growled.
Not
giving her a chance to protest, he propelled Mya forward with a firm hand at
her back, getting her moving again. He could feel the eyes of her guards on his
back as they continued walking toward the glides that would take them down to
the lower levels. Daimon didn’t like knowing they’d seen his unguarded moment
with Mya.
Mya
had introduced him to Ryland, Mikal and Pia as soon as they had left the
conference room. She’d sent Ryland back to their suite to begin making vid
calls to the crew that would come help get the store up and running while Mikal
and Pia accompanied Mya on her walkthrough. The two elites had followed along
as Daimon showed her several shop locations, but the guards had stayed a few
paces away to give them a little privacy.
Daimon
didn’t like that he’d forgotten he and Mya were being watched, though.
They
made their way down to the third level again, and he uncoded the lock on the
door to let them into the shop Mya had chosen. She let out a little happy sigh
as she looked around the empty space.
“This
is perfect.”
“Fine.
Good.” Daimon shoved his hands into his pockets. He pulled them out again and
took a small tablet out of his back pocket and keyed in a few codes. “I’ve
keyed you and your guards into the system for this location. You just have to
use your palm print to work the lock on either side of the door.”
“That
was quick.” Mya laughed a little breathlessly. “What about the other people
I’ll have working here?”
“Once
they’re cleared through security, you can authorize them.” Daimon fought the
urge to shuffle
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