Chasing His Scentless Mate Chapter 16 Office Flirting

Caroline’s POV

I snapped upright in bed, my heart pounding with a fierce rage I rarely felt before. How dare Alpha Draven Thorne send such filthy ssages, teasing like I was so helpless little wolf toying with his fire? He was dead wrong if he thought I would just take it lying down.

I’d never been so pissed off or bold in my entire life. Usually, I was the calm, reserved one in the pack, never the type to act on raw, primal impulses or let my wolf, Rory, take control.

But this arrogant Alpha had managed to awaken a wildfire inside both and Rory. And I was determined to fight back—no way was I going to lose to him.

"He wants to play gas? Let’s show him what a Beta’s daughter is made of," Rory growled within .

I flung open my closet and pulled out a black dress that, while appearing modest and office-appropriate, hugged every curve of my body perfectly. It was form-fitting, hit mid-thigh, and had a V-neckline that hinted at cleavage without being inappropriate for a professional setting. I chose blood-red high heels and a black lingerie set with tiny panties to avoid lines showing through the dress. I decided to wear my hair down, letting my golden locks cascade over my shoulders. It wasn’t the most professional choice, but I couldn’t care less. I was going to make his day hell, and he would regret playing his little dominance gas with . An Alpha might rule his pack, but he didn’t rule .

I had to wake up earlier to get ready and rush out of the house to make it to the office on ti.

Today, I was going to drive this Alpha crazy. He thought he was so clever and dominant, but I planned to keep him locked in the bathroom all day. I’d tease him so much he couldn’t control his dick; he’d need plenty of cold showers. The nerve of him, sending those ssages in the middle of the night! But if he thought I was going to sit quietly like a good little she-wolf, he had another thing coming.

I arrived at the Thorne Enterprises office twenty minutes before the ti he had set. Perfect. I made so coffee and sat behind my desk to wait for him. I didn’t want him to see my dress the mont he walked in and have ti to prepare himself. I planned to appear sweet and innocent. He would have a heart attack and wouldn’t dare do anything. I had carefully thought through how I was going to ss with him and co out of this situation with the upper hand. He would regret not keeping things strictly professional between us.

At exactly the scheduled ti, I heard the elevator open and pretended to be deeply focused on my computer. His scent reached before I saw him—cedarwood and musk, intoxicating.

He stopped in front of my desk, and I heard him grunt; he had already noticed my neckline. With a smile on his face, he spoke in that slightly husky voice.

"Good morning, Miss Bennett. How was your night?"

"Good morning, Alpha Thorne. I slept like an angel. And you?" I smiled at him.

"I needed so extra physical activities because of you," he smiled devilishly. I realized that if I had planned to torture him, he had made his own plans too.

"Let’s go to my office, please."

"Of course, Alpha." As he gestured toward the door, I grabbed my tablet, stood up, and walked ahead of him. I smiled when I heard him curse under his breath—my dress had achieved exactly the effect I wanted.

I entered his office and started walking toward his desk, but I heard him say, "Let’s sit on the couch, Caroline. It’ll be more comfortable for you to share your tablet screen with ."

I looked at him, finding it strange, but headed toward the couch.

It was a huge black leather couch and very comfortable. I sat at one end and crossed my legs, my dress riding up slightly, revealing the black lace of my thigh-high stockings, but I didn’t bother pulling it down.

I wanted to provoke Draven.

I heard him grunt; his wolf was losing control, and his massive erection was proof of that.

"Sothing wrong, Alpha?" I asked as if I hadn’t noticed anything.

"Oh yes, Caroline. A very big problem," he said and looked down at his pants. I had to hold back my laughter as he sat next to , very close, his leg touching mine.

"This needs addressing, Caroline. I can hardly conduct business like this."

I was having fun. It was working perfectly. But I hadn’t counted on Draven being such a direct and uninhibited Alpha.

"Well, Alpha, maybe you need to control your wolf better," I said, uncrossing and recrossing my legs, turning almost to face him in a calculatedly sexy movent just to provoke him more.

I was sure he wouldn’t dare touch —not in a professional setting, not with the pack’s rules about workplace conduct.

But he leaned over , forcing to arch back against the couch. His warm breath brushed across my face, wrapping in that intoxicating scent only he had.

I stared at his sharp, handso features so close to mine—the deep violet eyes that seed to pull in, those tempting lips that begged to be kissed. I couldn’t help but swallow hard.

He whispered low, "You know you’re teasing wearing that short skirt and that barely-there lingerie, don’t you?"

I forced myself to stay calm and shook my head. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Alpha. This is perfectly normal office attire."

His hand slid slowly down my thigh while the other moved up my back, fingers brushing against the edge of my lingerie as if testing whether to pull it off.

My throat tightened, and a heat pooled between my legs, my mind growing dizzy with want.

He pressed closer, lips grazing my ear. "Or maybe I should fuck you right here on this damn couch with nothing but those sexy red heels on."

His blunt words shattered the last shred of control I had left. All I could think about was him ripping off my stockings and fucking right here on this couch, just like he said.

I felt his hand on my ass, adjusting my body better on the couch, and felt his weight on top of . He buried his face in my neck and licked my skin, inhaling deeply, as if seeking the perfect place to leave his mark and claim as his.

"Damn, she-wolf, you’re driving crazy!" he growled in my ear, his cock thick and hard through his pants, pressing right against my soaked panties.

I wasn’t thinking anymore, had already forgotten everything I’d planned against him. I just wanted him to get inside . But he pulled away and turned his back to , running his hands over his face in exasperation, leaving confused.

Before I could react, he crushed his mouth to mine, his tongue thrusting deep inside, devouring every inch. His powerful arms wrapped around , pulling hard against his muscular chest. Jesus, he was a good kisser.

He pinned beneath him, shoving my dress up around my waist. His hot mouth covered my breasts through the thin fabric while his hands tore my black lace stockings, yanking my soaked panties off, ripping them away and leaving completely exposed.

He ran his hand over my opening and traced my wet folds, a knowing smirk crossing his face when he felt how moist and ready I was for him.

Then he circled my swollen clit and I writhed beneath him. When he finally pushed a finger deep inside my wet pussy and thrust it in and out, I arched up with a soft moan of pleasure.

These overwhelming sensations imrsed in feelings I thought I’d never feel again, bringing back mories of that magical night at the masquerade ball two years ago.

I needed him inside now, wanted him to fuck with that thick cock.

All of a sudden, he stopped and pulled away.

"This needs to stop. I’m not so mindless Alpha who fucks his employees in the office, but you’re pushing my self-control to its limits. You’re driving and my wolf crazy, and that’s only happened to once before. We need to figure this out sohow," he said, sitting at the other end of the couch with his face buried in his hands.

Here I was, exposed to him, without panties and with a frustrated orgasm, and he just stopped? Now he wanted to "figure things out"? Screw that! Let him deal with his own problems since he decided to leave both and my wolf hanging. Furious, I stood up and straightened my dress, looking around for my panties, but they were nowhere to be found. Great, second ti in my life I’d lost my underwear. And now I’d have to go commando all day because I’d rather die than ask him about the panties he’d ripped off. Hell no.

I took a deep breath and decided to flip the script. I sat down, deliberately keeping my legs uncrossed, adopted my most professional deanor, and grabbed my tablet.

"Alpha Draven, shall I bring you so herbal tea to help... settle your wolf?" I asked sweetly.

He looked at like a frustrated puppy who’d had his favorite toy taken away. It was almost comical seeing such a powerful Alpha, who controlled a massive business empire, reduced to this state.

Rising to his feet, he gestured to the obvious bulge in his pants. "Maybe I should handle this problem myself," he growled in frustration. Turning away, he added, "Caroline, I need a minute. Return to your desk."

’A minute? Is that enough?’ I wanted to say it so badly but feared he might get angry trying to prove himself. I decided to make a quick exit instead.

I walked to my office, but as I reached for the door handle, his amused voice stopped .

"Forgetting sothing?"

My face burned. The bastard still had my panties, but I’d be damned if I asked for them back.

"No, Alpha."

He dared to tease , so before closing the door I shot back, "Alpha, a minute won’t be enough to satisfy ."

I ran imdiately after saying that, afraid he might catch . But now my mind was filled with images of him stroking himself on that couch, probably using my panties while he did it.