and the sound of bones shifting and rearranging beneath the skin. In seconds, where the wolf had waited stood a tall, naked man covered in a fine pelt of dark hair.
“Talk to me,” Rimi said, folding his arms.
“I heard from our agent. He’s gotten himself a position in the company. There’s only one problem,.” The naked man hesitated. “He can’t access some of the information we need without access to the main office.”
“You you think he’ll be able to get it?” Rimi cast a dark glance to the woman next to him who had started shifting her skirt down. “I did not tell you that you could move. Get that skirt up, bend over, and spread your legs.”
The prostitute resettled with soft grumbling and bent back over the pallets. Once Rimi was satisfied with her positioning, he turned his attention back to the naked man.
“Do you think he can do it?”
“I have faith in him,” the man said, his eyes on the presentation of the woman’s soft flesh. Her mound was clean-shaven and smooth, and with her legs spread, he could see the full glory of her damp womanhood on display. His heart pounded, flushing his body.
“If he fails, I hold you responsible.”
“Of course, stăpân ,” the man turned his eyes back to his leader. “I would expect nothing less.”
Rimi grunted, narrowly eying his lieutenant. Finally, finally he shrugged, “Fine. You may use her and then drop her off by the bridge.”
He walked around and gripped the woman’s chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “When Alex here is done with you, you still owe me three-hundred dollars.”
“But there are only bums and junkies by the bridge,” she complained. “It will take me hours!”
“Then maybe you’ll stop getting caught by the poliția . I promise you, next time, I’ll turn you over to the Omegas and let them fuck you so full of pups you’ll be useless. Am I clear?”
After hesitation, she nodded reluctantly. Rimi turned his eyes to the man already moving behind her. “Make it hurt a bit, but don’t mark her. She needs to remember her place.” Alex grinned, and his flesh rippled as he began to transform. With that, Rimi turned and walked out, ignoring the soft whimpers of fear from the woman and the low growls of desire from the half-man, half beast.
Lyssa Shepperd sat in her car and reviewed the past few weeks in her head, starting where all the changes began--when her last job had fired her. Lyssa had approached her former boss, an executive with a financial firm, after she noted some irregularities in certain files, money moving around to different accounts at odd times before disappearing entirely, dummy accounts that disappeared without a trace. She had sat in his office, nervous but confident. After all, she had thought to herself, she was doing the right thing. Unfortunately, her boss hadn’t cared about ‘the right thing.’ He ordered Lyssa to destroy the files and forget that she had ever seen them.
“Mr. James,” Lyssa stammered, “I can’t do that.” Her hands gripped the files tight enough to cut off the circulation.
The man had stood up from behind his desk, his pale eyes narrowed and cold as he studied her. When he came around to the front of the desk, Lyssa stumbled back, but still he followed until he had her backed up against a wall. He bent over till his face was close to her.
“Then you are fired,” he enunciated in a low voice. He took the files from her nerveless fingers, and she let out a soft squeak before he continued, “And if you tell anyone about what you saw, I will destroy any chance you have of a future. You have no proof of any wrongdoing by this company and the very hint of impropriety on our part would simply be the desire of a bitter former employee caught embezzling, one who was lucky we decided not to press charges… But that could easily change. Do I make myself clear?”
Lyssa gave him a silent nod of understanding and could only watch in misery as he called
“Talk to me,” Rimi said, folding his arms.
“I heard from our agent. He’s gotten himself a position in the company. There’s only one problem,.” The naked man hesitated. “He can’t access some of the information we need without access to the main office.”
“You you think he’ll be able to get it?” Rimi cast a dark glance to the woman next to him who had started shifting her skirt down. “I did not tell you that you could move. Get that skirt up, bend over, and spread your legs.”
The prostitute resettled with soft grumbling and bent back over the pallets. Once Rimi was satisfied with her positioning, he turned his attention back to the naked man.
“Do you think he can do it?”
“I have faith in him,” the man said, his eyes on the presentation of the woman’s soft flesh. Her mound was clean-shaven and smooth, and with her legs spread, he could see the full glory of her damp womanhood on display. His heart pounded, flushing his body.
“If he fails, I hold you responsible.”
“Of course, stăpân ,” the man turned his eyes back to his leader. “I would expect nothing less.”
Rimi grunted, narrowly eying his lieutenant. Finally, finally he shrugged, “Fine. You may use her and then drop her off by the bridge.”
He walked around and gripped the woman’s chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “When Alex here is done with you, you still owe me three-hundred dollars.”
“But there are only bums and junkies by the bridge,” she complained. “It will take me hours!”
“Then maybe you’ll stop getting caught by the poliția . I promise you, next time, I’ll turn you over to the Omegas and let them fuck you so full of pups you’ll be useless. Am I clear?”
After hesitation, she nodded reluctantly. Rimi turned his eyes to the man already moving behind her. “Make it hurt a bit, but don’t mark her. She needs to remember her place.” Alex grinned, and his flesh rippled as he began to transform. With that, Rimi turned and walked out, ignoring the soft whimpers of fear from the woman and the low growls of desire from the half-man, half beast.
Lyssa Shepperd sat in her car and reviewed the past few weeks in her head, starting where all the changes began--when her last job had fired her. Lyssa had approached her former boss, an executive with a financial firm, after she noted some irregularities in certain files, money moving around to different accounts at odd times before disappearing entirely, dummy accounts that disappeared without a trace. She had sat in his office, nervous but confident. After all, she had thought to herself, she was doing the right thing. Unfortunately, her boss hadn’t cared about ‘the right thing.’ He ordered Lyssa to destroy the files and forget that she had ever seen them.
“Mr. James,” Lyssa stammered, “I can’t do that.” Her hands gripped the files tight enough to cut off the circulation.
The man had stood up from behind his desk, his pale eyes narrowed and cold as he studied her. When he came around to the front of the desk, Lyssa stumbled back, but still he followed until he had her backed up against a wall. He bent over till his face was close to her.
“Then you are fired,” he enunciated in a low voice. He took the files from her nerveless fingers, and she let out a soft squeak before he continued, “And if you tell anyone about what you saw, I will destroy any chance you have of a future. You have no proof of any wrongdoing by this company and the very hint of impropriety on our part would simply be the desire of a bitter former employee caught embezzling, one who was lucky we decided not to press charges… But that could easily change. Do I make myself clear?”
Lyssa gave him a silent nod of understanding and could only watch in misery as he called
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