Knot of the Moon - Chapter 10: The Office Dominance

Chapter 10: The Office Dominance

Vance

The second I stepped into the administrative office and saw Logan on all fours on the mahogany desk—fingers buried deep in his sloppy hole, face flushed with shame and desperate, heat-addled pleasure—something primal inside me snapped into perfect, savage clarity.

Before I even uttered a word, my eyes flicked automatically to the bookshelf on the far wall. There, tucked behind a heavy row of decorative ledgers, a small black camera lens gleamed under the moonlight. Its tiny red indicator light blinked steadily in the shadows.

It was live. The signal was transmitting somewhere nearby.

A slow, vicious smile spread across my face as my mind piece together the landscape. Damien thought he had laid a trap. The bastard thought he could gather extortion material, capture the feared Enforcer breaking pack protocol with a disgraced human-world exile, and use it to strip away my authority before the council.

Perfect.

I wasn’t going to dismantle his little espionage network. I was going to weaponize it. I’d give him—and every other cowardly alpha monitoring the feed from the eastern ridge—a display of absolute, unyielding ownership they would never forget.

I reached behind me, closing the thick oak door with a quiet click, and turned the brass deadbolt until it snapped into place.

“Don’t stop,” I ordered, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that instantly filled the quiet room as I reached down to unbutton my trousers and free my throbbing shaft. “Keep fucking that greedy ass, little brother. Let them see exactly how wet and loose you get for me when you’re left alone for five minutes.”

Logan whimpered loudly, his shoulders locking up in mortification at the sound of the lock clicking, but his biology was already too far gone. His fingers kept moving inside himself in slow, stuttering thrusts, the wet sounds of his self-abuse echoing off the bare walls. His eyes were completely glassy, the pupils wide and unfocused, totally lost in the lingering fog of his delayed heat cycle.

I stalked forward across the oriental rug, my boots heavy against the floorboards. Reaching down, I gripped the denim of his dress pants and ripped them the rest of the way down to his ankles, pinning his feet and exposing the pale, smooth expanse of his bare ass completely to the room.

Then, I locked my large hands onto his narrow hip bones, my fingers digging hard into the flesh, and manhandled his weight exactly where I wanted it. I dragged him down to the very edge of the heavy mahogany desk, forcing his hands forward to clutch the wood, cocking his hips high into the air in a posture of total surrender.

I positioned him so his face was oriented directly toward the shelf where the primary camera was hidden.

“Keep your eyes on the lens,” I growled, fisting his dark hair tightly and yanking his head backward until his neck cracked, forcing his chin up. “I want every single alpha watching that feed to see the tears in your eyes while your stepbrother ruins you on their desk.”