23: Ignoring the signs
**Tristan**
There was nothing more intriguing than the lost look of contemplation. I thought this, as I peeked through the slight crack in the door to Damon's office. He stared out into the distance, deep in thought. And as he did, he held in his hand a beautiful key charm which hung around his neck, connected by a single sleek silver chain. I wonder who'd given him the piece of jewellery. As Damon fiddled with it, he sighed and let his shoulders shrug. I had to say, watching him was the most interesting thing ever. He seemed so... emotional. It fell off of him, oozing almost and drifting into the air, so much so, that I could almost taste the anxiety on my tongue. I wondered, for a moment, why he was so anxious.
"What are you doing?" I heard a whisper in my ear, almost making me physically jump out of my own skin in fright. Luckily, I composed myself before it could even happen.
I turned around and was annoyed when I saw Lucien hovering over me with that irritating smile on his frustratingly gorgeous face. The past two days had been wonderful with him *not* hovering around me, but it seemed Wednesday had become an unlucky day for me.
I snarled and pushed at his shoulders, hoping to get him away from me, but the distance I created was too small for any real relief from the flustered feeling creeping in on me because of his close proximity- that, was perhaps the most annoying aspect of him.
"I'm going to ask you again, what are you doing, Love?" He asked, now eyeing me very suspiciously. I shushed him immediately, and then began trying to come up with a good answer.
"Well... I was-” What did I say now? That I was trying to analyse my boss' facial expressions in hopes that it would help me better understand myself and give me hope of developing some of my own? Of course not, and so after gathering up no reasonable excuse, I stayed silent. Besides, I didn't *need* to explain myself to him...
"Really? You're not going to explain? Fine then, I'll just tell you what I assumed the moment I saw you standing out here, alone, staring at my brother. I assumed that you had feelings for him... is that true?" Although his brows were relaxed and his face gave the impression that he was absolutely fine with the idea of his mate having feelings for another man, his eyes begged to differ. Of course, it was only natural that I took advantage of such a ripe and ravenous opportunity, especially one which involved jealousy. After all, jealousy from the King of Seduction was definitely a point for me in our Game of seduction.
And so, I took a step nearer to him, crossed my arms against my chest and asked, "So what if it is?"
Clearly it did not take much to get the man jealous, because when I said that he gripped my hand in his and began storming off with me trailing behind him. I yelled at him numerous times and at one point broke free from his grasp and so eventually, he hoisted me over his shoulder. Luckily, he did this when we were a far distance away from the other employees, near his office.
Once we entered his office, he finally put me down and I was just about ready to yell at him when he gripped my arm roughly and pushed me right onto his desk. His eyes were as they were that night, he invited me over for dinner. Except this time, they were darker and had a sense of anger radiating from them.
"Tristan, do you *like* my brother?" He growled out in a voice which was not his. I had to say, I liked it when Lucien was this way. And so, despite being annoyed that he'd literally dragged me across the building, I continued my little... *game*.
"Well, compared to you, he is much easier to get along with, handsome, he has a great body and-"
But before I could even try to continue, Lucien's body was pressed up against mine. His skin was hotter than before, and when it touched against mine sent intense sparks through the surface. My back was now flat against the desk, my legs were parted and dangling over the desk with Lucien right between them as he stared down hungrily at me. At that point this strange feeling of excitement erupted within the pit of my stomach, and I found myself engrossed in that look on his face. He looked just about ready to ravage me and my body was loving the very idea of it. Unfortunately, my mind wasn't and the more I tried to struggle against the man, the more I found myself giving in to him... especially when he began touching me. He started with my legs, running his warm fingers across them and moving them up further beneath my skirt. My breath hitched when his fingers touched at the edges of my panties, and he smirked down at me.
"Damon could *never* make you feel the way I do..." He whispered before tracing against the fabric of them teasingly and I bit back a moan. Again, control of my wolf form was of utmost importance in this situation, and although I let my body enjoy the feeling of him against me, my mind subconsciously refused to let me give in completely to him.
The more Lucien traced against my underwear, the wetter I became, and the more entranced by him I grew. Lucien leaned in even more, allowing his lips to hover over mine and I gulped at the thought of them against mine. I *wanted* him to kiss me, and I had no idea why.
"Damon could never have you shivering and wet like I can..." He said, leaving my underwear and moving on to the back of my shirt where he stroked his finger along my spine sending violent shivers along it. "See," he growled against my lips. His voice, however had changed. It was deeper, huskier and carried a dark edge to it. I should have known then that this entire situation was going too far and that the tables had turned. I ignored the signs though.
He pulled me closer towards him, our lips still barely touching before leaving them completely and moving them now to my ear where he bit at the lobe of it, licked and then whispered deeply, "You are *mine*. Not his... *mine*. And to prove it-"
His lips then moved down to my neck, and immediately I realised what he was about to do. Lucien Michaels was about to *mark* me.
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