Becky’s POV

The door clicked shut behind us.

Lucian’s office was a cathedral of power: floor-to-ceiling windows swallowing the skyline, heavy black desk like an altar, shadows stretching long across polished marble. It reeked of his strength, dominance and secrets. And I knew exactly how wrong this was.

Maybe that was why I didn’t stop.

Dan’s mouth was on mine before I could think. Hot, hungry and shameless. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough for his lips to claim me harder. I gasped, his tongue slid against mine, and every ounce of control I wore like armor cracked apart.

“Dan ” I tried to protest, but it melted into a moan as his palms slid down my body, gripping my hips like he owned them. My back hit the edge of Lucian’s desk, hard enough to scatter the neat stack of files.

My pulse thundered. My skin burned. I’d  pretend I was immune to temptation, that I had never wanted him inside me . But the truth was I had always wanted to fuck both. But now? With Dan’s breath hot against my throat, his hands sliding under my blouse? I was nothing but fire.

“You’ve wanted this,” he growled against my skin, teeth grazing. “Don’t lie.”

I shivered, my hands clutching at his shoulders, dragging him closer. “Shut up and kiss me.”

He did. Rough, greedy, consuming. His fingers worked my blouse open, buttons flying. Cool air brushed my skin before his mouth followed, lips and teeth grazing down my collarbone. The sensation sent sparks darting through my veins.

I arched against him, the desk digging into my thighs as his hand slid beneath my skirt, tugging my stockings down with impatient force. My gasp filled the room. My body was betraying every rule I’d ever lived by.

“Here?” I hissed, half in disbelief, half in desperate want.

His grin was wolfish. “On his desk. Where else?”

The thrill was dizzying. Wrong, reckless, addictive.

He pushed me back onto the polished surface, papers scattering like snow, and pinned me with his weight. My legs wrapped around him without thought, dragging him down against me. I felt his arousal, hard and insistent through the thin barrier of fabric, grinding into me until my breath came in ragged bursts.

“Dan…” My voice broke on his name, half plea, half warning.

He kissed me harder, his tongue claiming mine as his fingers slid under my lace. A moan tore from my throat before I could stop it, hips lifting, body begging for more.

“You’re soaking,” he murmured, smirking against my lips. “For me.”

The words burned me with both shame and lust. My nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, silently daring him to keep going.

His hand slid deeper, fingers stroking until my body arched uncontrollably, every nerve sparking alive. My moans filled Lucian’s office, God, if anyone walked in.

But the thought only made it worse.

“Say it,” Dan demanded, voice thick with desire. “Say you want this.”

I bit my lip, the admission clawing out of me in a broken whisper. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

In one swift motion he shoved my skirt up, tore my lace aside, and freed himself. My breath caught at the sight at the raw hunger in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell like he was barely holding back.

And then he was inside me.

The force of it made me cry out, the sound echoing through Lucian’s office like a sin. He filled me, stretched me, drove into me with a hunger that matched my own. My nails scraped against the desk, papers crumpling beneath my fists as he thrust again, harder, deeper.

“Fuck ” The word tore from me, shameless.

Dan growled against my ear, each thrust slamming me against the desk. “Louder. Let him hear it in his walls.”

The words ,God, they twisted my insides with both fury and fire. I hated him for saying it, but my body loved the cruelty of it. My hips met his, desperate, demanding, until the sound of our skin meeting filled the office.

Every movement was raw, primal, a rhythm that shook the desk, toppled pens, scattered contracts. My body burned, my core tightening with each brutal stroke. I was lost, undone, nothing but sensation.

His hand gripped my throat, not enough to choke but enough to claim. “You’re mine right now, Becky. Not his.”

“Yes..” The word slipped out, breathless, treacherous.

He smirked, thrusting harder, pushing me closer to the edge. My legs tightened around him, back arching as the pressure built, every nerve sparking white hot. I tried to hold back, tried to cling to some shred of composure..

But when he bit my shoulder and groaned my name, I shattered.

Pleasure ripped through me, sharp and overwhelming, pulling a scream from my lips I couldn’t swallow. My body convulsed around him, dragging him deeper, and within seconds he followed,slamming into me one final time before spilling inside with a guttural curse.

We collapsed against the desk, breathless, drenched in sweat, tangled in each other and Lucian’s chaos of papers. My chest heaved, my mind spinning.

What the hell had I just done?

Dan pulled back, grin lazy, cocky, his fingers brushing my cheek like he owned me. “Told you… you needed this.”

I wanted to slap him. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin.

Instead, I pushed off the desk, smoothing my blouse with shaking hands. “This never happened.”

He chuckled, zipping his pants. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

Then, almost carelessly, he added: “Besides, with Lucian gone in the wolf world, who’s gonna find out?”

I froze.

“What?”

Dan smirked, too pleased with himself. “Nothing. Forget it.”

But my stomach tightened. Wolf world. Alpha. The words dangled, dangerous, just out of reach of sense.

I forced a laugh, brushing him off. “You’re insane.”

He winked, gathering the scattered papers. “Maybe. But you love it.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Because for the first time, I realized the lust that had just devoured me wasn’t the most dangerous thing in this office.