APEX

Ch. 7: A Forbidden Fantasy

Rhys

While I hated admitting it to myself, it felt slightly off-putting to have Calla insist on getting me out of the way so she could flirt with her human toy. Thinking about it made my wolf antsy. He pushed against my consciousness, insisting I go find her and show her she could be playing with a state-of-the-art model rather than Dev's dollar store discount brand.

Not that she'd respond to me the way I wanted her to if I said those things to her. Since yesterday, she'd resented anytime we happened to be alone together, and here she was, craving that sort of privacy with Dev. It was stupid to even care, and I admonished my wolf for his role in stirring up these odd feelings, but that fact didn't make my annoyance go away. Did she consider me inferior? Impossible.

Back in the parking garage, I nodded to Neil, who puffed on a Vape as he leaned against the driver's side door.

"Calla will be here in a few minutes," I told him, and then climbed into the backseat. Alone, I pushed aside thoughts of Dev and Calla, instead going over the details of our meeting, processing just how deep in shit Sury's shifters had been plunged by the rogue werewolf who had attacked that human. Werewolves were in serious trouble—a fact I could no longer dispute. I needed to think about and contemplate this calamity from all angles, but...not right now.

Right now, Calla alone with Detective Kim had reclaimed my attention in less than thirty seconds. Given my own proclivity towards sexual engagement with human women, I could hardly judge her for her kink. But also, what did Dev truly have to offer her? Yes, he was undoubtedly considered good looking by human standards. He did important work and had always had my pack's back: I genuinely liked the guy. That didn't mean he could meet a werewolf woman's needs, especially not a spitfire Luna like Calla. All that Alpha energy within her would be too much for even most werewolf men to handle.

Knowing Dev, though, he would try his best. Maybe he was even giving it a go right now. Resting my eyes for a moment, I let the scene play out for me. Dev, seated behind his desk. Calla, entering the office, her long legs the immediate focus of his attention. He'd wait for her to approach his desk, anticipation growing with every sway of those juicy hips.

"I need your help," she'd say, giving him a hopeful and slightly hungry look, her voice lower than usual from pent-up lust.

"With what?" he'd ask, hoping she had an itch only he could scratch. Dev would swivel in his chair as she came around to stand in front of him, no longer a desk between them. So turned on by her, he wouldn't even try to hide his arousal.

She was only a foot and a few thin layers of clothing away from him. So close to wrapping his hands around her hips, to driving her down upon him so that she straddled his lap, so, so close to helping her however she wanted, in whatever way she craved to ease the need pouring from her.

And that's when she would tell him exactly what she truly desired.

"I need your help trying to resist that hot Apex Alpha I'm working with."

"What?" he'd say as his erection withered.

She'd sigh as she fanned herself with a Chinese take-out menu, an ache for that hot Alpha making her nearly faint from thirst. "It would be wrong to let him have me for so many reasons. We're from rival packs, for one, plus now we work together. Technically, I am his boss, although obviously in every way that matters, he's the one who has all the control. I've been trying so hard to keep my cravings for him from making me do something reckless, but I don't know how much longer I can last. Every time I'm near Rhys, I imagine him tearing my clothes off, biting my neck, picking me up and placing me upon a desk just like this one." Calla patted Dev's desk for effect. "And then he would claim me as his."