Clara's pov    An omega lusting over an alpha went as well as mixing oil and water. I knew that. That was part of the reason I wasn't too picky when it came to choosing who would be my mate, and i kinda went for the first guy who showed interest in me. Because i was the lowest ranking wolf, I never thought much of myself.

  What was giving me the courage to be so bold? Maybe it was the way his eyes turned into that enchanting golden glow the moment I accidentally touched him down there, my head told me to pull away but he placed his hand over mine never breaking eye contact.

  His touch wasn't forceful. It was inviting. The tension in the air was so thick you could slice a butter knife right through.

  I was slow, careful, but eager. Exploring my way across his length and girth. He grunted softly, taking a deep breath. My maid uniform was getting soaked, but i didn't seem to care in the slightest. I kept going at it over and over and over again until he pushed backwards, More water and soap suds splattering in my face. He shook like a toaster had been thrown into the tub.

  He looked at me with hazy eyes, slowly lifting his hand up to my cheek. Then suddenly his eyes turned from gold to blue pretty quick and he looked surprised at himself.

  He looked away, "Out," that was all he said, and I got up, making my way out of his bathroom. I set out the clothes that he was to wear for the day, along with the shoes and even his cologne.

  I waited for a second, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. I knew that veil had a lot of opinions about it, and I was not wrong.

  "That was so hot!" She said all giddy while I was panicking that I was about to lose my job.

  "Aren't you even worried? Now he thinks that I'm a pervert,"

  "It was perfectly consensual..." She said, seemingly satisfied with herself and egging me on, "Why did you have to pause and make it all awkward, we could have–"

  I pushed Veil to the back of my mind as Alpha Killian walked into the room, a towel strapped across his waist. "I've placed everything you need to wear for today. If you don't need me for anything else, then..."

  "It's also your responsibility to help me get dressed," He said, his voice oddly thick, "I shouldn't have to spell your job out for you like this. It's unprofessional..."

  His face remained emotionless as he tugged on the towel, and the piece of fabric pooled at his feet, "Well?"It came like a challenge.

  "Of course, Alpha Killian..." I said in a raspy voice, "... that is what you hired me for after all,"

  I was looking freely now, rubbing my thighs as the moist from them was beginning to slowly dribble down, and the urge in me was punching at my better senses for domination. Neither of us said a word about what this had happened. Instead, we let our bodies do all the talking. I dressed my employer as his hard-on that was slowly relaxing, soon hardened back with excitement.

  "All my clothes are tailored, Mrs Woods. They'll be a tight fit for me right now," He said while she brought over the pants.

  "That's a problem," I found myself agreeing without thought, looking at the pattern of his veins on his c*ck and thinking that it would fit quite snugly in me and–

  Just what exactly is wrong with me?! Even with Josh, my longtime ex, I had never been this eager. There was something that seemed to suck away all the sense out of me the moment I was close to this man, and it was not just the fact that he was attractive.

  It was something far, much more intense,that it was like a gravitational pull. I could not resist as much as I tried to. Before I knew it, I was walking towards him, and I wrapped my fingers around his member.. it sprung to life almost immediately. Alpha Killian remained still as I began to stroke him, but I knew that wasn't going to be enough. My tongue went to work, too. As I did so, I watched him to see the cracks on his mask of stoicism.

  Josh always told me that I didn't know how to please a man. Often, after our intimate moments, he'd get on his phone or laptop tapping a video to 'finish' the job.

  I wasn't allowed to complain, I wasn't allowed to be sad. Instead, if i even began to voice my pain, he would berate me for not being like the women in the videos he watched.

  "If you really care about our relationship, you will be giving your best to get in shape, I don't know why you don't understand that your body is a complete turn-off,"

  But here was the Alpha King, Alphha Killian, melting at my every touch while pretending that he wasn't and failing in the most satisfying way. I don't really know how we got here, but I had every intention to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted.

  Suddenly, I drifted back to reality, out of my thoughts, as he picked me up and placed my back on the bed.

  "Okay, now it's your turn...."

  "I have a meeting in half an hour, I'll need my pants on before then," his tone was curt, but I didn't miss the small trembles in his thigh.

  With a need that had to be quenched. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the pink tip of his member. He grunted, not being able to play Mr. Stoic so well anymore, I continued to stroke his member with my fingers slowly but with enough pressure that it made gasps escape his lips...