Heart of a rogue

*Chapter 23 - calm before the storm

I tried to keep my excitement in check as I approached his office. Usually, I waited until later in the day to visit, but this time, I thought I'd surprise him a little early.

As I neared the door, though, I heard his voice—talking about me. I froze, uncertain whether to enter or listen. His tone was firm.

"Lucille isn't ready for that," he was saying. "I've told you plenty of times."

There was a pause, then, "No, I'm not keeping anything from you, and I'm not biased just because she's my mate."

I could hear the frustration in his voice, his tone tense and strained. He clearly didn't like the conversation he was having. I knocked softly, peeking my head in. At first, he looked like he was about to wave me away, but then he caught sight of the brownies in my hand—my secret weapon. The scent alone seemed to pull him out of his irritation, his eyes softening as he inhaled deeply.

He was still on the phone, though, and from the tight line of his jaw and the vein pulsing at his temple, I could tell it was a difficult call.

With a sigh, he told the person on the line that something urgent had come up and he'd call them back soon. He hung up, his gaze finally settling on me. "You're a bit early," he said with a hint of amusement, though I could sense he was still on edge.

I just shrugged and placed a piece of brownie in front of him, excited for him to try it. "Who was on the phone?" I asked, casually, though something about the tension lingering on his face made me brace for his answer.

He hesitated, holding my gaze for a beat longer than usual. "Your father," he finally admitted.

The title alone set off a low growl in my throat. I took a steadying breath, holding back the instinctive anger surging within me. "What did he want?" I asked, barely managing to keep my tone civil.

Declan's expression softened as he reached for my hand, gently pulling me closer until I was settled on his lap, my back against his chest. "He wants to see you," he murmured, his voice calm yet firm. When I growled again, he added, "But I told him you're not ready for that. For his own safety, of course."

My claws were already beginning to emerge, my breathing growing irregular as anger surged within me. Just the thought of him was enough to ignite a hatred I struggled to keep under control.

Lately, Declan had begun a new "training" method to help me manage these moments. His approach was... unconventional, yet strangely effective. With one touch, he'd begin tracing slow circles on my skin, turning my anger to something warmer, softer, until desire quickly replaced frustration.

Even though we were talking about a man I loath, I wasn't that furious anymore. Granted, he was pawing my boobs with one hand and rubbing my panties at the same time. "I came to bring you brownies, not have sex."

"You came to get fucked and you brought brownies to seduce me with." His teeth were biting lightly at the nape of my neck. Occasionally he was sucking the spot as well until a purple bruise appeared. It was his version of a mark for now. "Declan..." I moaned for him.

I already felt his hard-on poke my behind and I knew exactly where this was going. "They're still warm now." I tried to coerce him to eat his brownies instead of fucking me again.

But my legs were spreading wider upon his touch.

He just growled at me. It sounded like he said, I don't care shut up. "Don't growl at me like that." I moaned as I felt him pull my panties to the side and align himself up.

The head of his cock felt hard and warm as he tried entering me. He didn't even prepare me! And yet, I felt myself push down onto it, trying to get him to fill me again.