Dante’s POV
I was still in my office and my head was heavy. Robert had left me alone and I made it a goal to
down the whiskey bottle.
I felt light-headed and dizzy. I set my pen down and pushed the papers in front of me away. There
was no way that I could do work with the way I was feeling.
I sat laid back in my chair and my thoughts spun in my head like a ship being tossed on a
turbulent ocean.
The popped in and out of my memory revolving around Erica, the jewel, and Hazan.
My body felt weak and I craved attention. I could feel my bulge slowly hardening even though I
had already had a session in my office.
“Erica.”
Her name rolled off my tongue in a breathy and desirous way. I could smell the alcohol on my
breath. I was dead drunk.
I heard a gentle knock at my door but I was too weak to say anything. I managed to lower my
head and I watched as the handle clicked and was pushed open slowly.
“Dante?”
My vision was hazy but it didn’t take me two seconds to figure out that Laura had coming to the
room. What was she doing here?
I wanted to send her out. I wanted her gone. I didn’t want to see her, not after that little stunt she
pulled with my sister.
I tried to get the words out of my mouth but my head flopped clumsily and I lost control of my
limbs.
“Dante, I came to apologize. I came to say I was sorry and I didn’t mean those things I said in the
morning. I just want you to love me. I have done so much for you. Does it not mean anything to
you after all these years?”
I blinked my eyes a couple of times and realized that she was wearing a tight and skimpy dress.
She walked up to me seductively and leaned against my desk in the most suggestive manner.
She bent over and I caught a full glimpse of her bosom. My eyes feasted on her pert breasts and I
could feel my mouth watering.
“Dante, please give me another chance. I will make sure that you don’t regret your decision. You
know I love you.”
I couldn’t even think or talk straight. She walked around my desk and stood right in front of me
She massaged my shoulders seductively and slowly, she began to lower herself between my legs.
“I can’t remember the last time that I had you, Dante. You know that I would do anything to
please you. Anything.”
Her hands slid down slowly from my chest to my crotch and her fingers gently played with my
erection through my trousers.
“You are so hard. Why don’t you allow me to take the edge right off, just like I’ve always done?”
I wanted to stop her but my head wasn’t thinking straight. I watched her weakly as she undid the
buckle of my belt, zipped my trousers, and took out my phallus.
“Laura…”
I managed to say her name but it was weak and breathy.
“I am here for you, my alpha.”
I watched her lower her head and she kissed the tip of my cock. My fingers gripped the chair and
my body went taunt as the sensations rippled through every part of me.
I groaned and I slowly felt my body relaxing into the chair.
She carefully took my cock inside her mouth and I placed my hand in her hair and guided her to
suck me deeper.
I relished the way her tongue grazed my cock. Fuck! It felt so good.
She looked up at me and we locked eyes. I stared at her for a while and slowly, she began to
morph. Her face and eyes began to change and she slowly began to look more and more like
Erica.
I blinked a couple of times but the image wouldn’t go away. It was there and all I could see was
Erica looking up at me with a seductive smile while she had my cock in her mouth.
“Erica…”
I felt an energy overwhelm me and I grabbed her hair and forced my cock deeper into her mouth.
The back of her throat squeezed the cap and I felt my body lurch forward.
I was thrown into a bad frenzy and I pulled away from her.
“Dante, did I do…”
I made her stand up to look at me, carried her, and placed her on my desk.
She groaned in delight as my raw and unbridled passion, fueled by the alcohol took over.
I found her lips and kissed her passionately. She groaned against me and her tongue enjoyed the
way I tasted. I craved her and gripped her hair possessively. She was mine and no one could have
her the way I did.
As we kissed, my fingers found her dress. My hands slipped up into it and I felt her bud soaking
through her panties.
Fuck! She was soaked through.
I pulled my lips away, grabbed her hair, pulled her head backward, and whispered in her ears.
“I am going to make you wish that you were mine.”
I heard her whimper and I pulled her panties to the side. I felt her pussy gush its juices. She felt so
good and my fingers relished her juices. She felt amazing: warm, wet, and sticky. Just the way I
like it.
I rubbed her bud softly and she groaned. Her hands gripped my shirt but I leaned to her again.
“No touching me. If you do, I promise that I will stop. And you don’t want that, do you?”
Before she could answer, I invaded her body with my fingers.
“Dante!”
I smirked. The alcohol was still making my brain fuzzy.
“Good girl. Now, let’s see how much of me that you can take…”