18: Bad boy!

**Sexual content**

**Jasmine**

Name: Andrew Walker
Alias: None
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 77 kg
Threat level: High
Species: Werewolf

My eyes hovered over the last line, and I gave a deep sigh and rubbed my temples. Werewolves were always tricky to deal with and we honestly preferred not dealing with them at all. They, unlike humans could easily pick up our scent which made spying at close range all the more difficult, and the price of using scent-concealers was usually not even worth using them. Not only that but they were also just as fast, strong, and aggressive. Seduction was obviously off the table for me, considering the mate bond which any wolf could sniff a mile away thanks to the mark Damon had given me. I placed two fingers on it, swiping off a bit of the concealer I always wore to hide it.
He was another problem. Keeping this job away from him would be excruciatingly difficult since he kept such a close eye on me. Just yesterday, after I had returned from my meeting with Loren, he shamelessly interrogated me right outside of my own door. Nonetheless, I'd need to persevere. This was an urgent job to attend to. Andrew had already killed and disposed of fifty-seven people in just this month and if he slipped through Loren's fingers, he must have been damn good. After I had read through the rest of the file, I closed it and got out my cell phone, scrolled through my contacts and selected contact "X".
"Hello. I need a favour. I'm going to need you to compile me a list of the people who have recently moved into new homes. The time period should roughly be from a week ago please. I need names, banking details and, if possible, an ID photo."
"Consider it done. I'll have it in the usual spot by this evening." A voice said from the other end of the line. I once again nodded, forgetting that the person on the other end of the line could not see me. Some habits clearly did not change.
"Uh, yes. Goodbye then." I said awkwardly after a few more moments. The line cut and I placed my phone back into the cupboard and rested it among the ten others I had. I then began changing into my uniform, ready for another day of work, and prayed that when I exited the door, I would not see my mate. To my surprise, I actually didn't. And it had me hoping that today would actually be a 'good day'. I passed Mrs Keane's door with a bright smile on my face and greeted sweetly as her darling little son, Timmy, exited the door, backpack on back, milk carton in hand and a bright smile decorating his beautiful, beaming little face.
"Hello there Miss Emerson." He said sweetly as he ran behind me, catching up to me and wrapping a hand around my own. It was soft, cold and wet with water droplets from his milk carton. I used my other free hand to ruffle up his curly brown hair and he giggled happily.
"Hey there Timmy, you're out and about early today. Anything special going on at school?"
"Yes, we're going on a fieldtrip, so I had to wake up earlier to get going. My mom was going to take me, but she had to go to work super early this morning." Although his smile still stayed on his handsome little face, I could tell there was shattered sadness behind it, and I squeezed his hand gently.
"Do you want me to walk you to school?"
He stayed quiet a little while, uncertain, and then, with beaming eyes and an even brighter, toothless smile nodded excitedly.
"Yes, please Miss Emerson!"
I would be late for work, yes, but I was certain Mr Nathaniel would understand. I couldn't let Timmy to school all alone on a special day like this. And so, we marched, hand-in-hand down to his school just down the road. When I left him there, he waved goodbye with eyes which screamed "thank you", and for a moment I just stared, taking in the pure goodness which radiated from him. Yes, despite all the bad in this world, there was still some good in it.
I was late for work by approximately half an hour and when I entered the diner Macy began to freak out with a quivering lip, shaking hands and tears flowing down her pale face, leaving black mascara marks under her eyes.
"Where the hell where you! Did someone hurt you? Did they mug you? Assault you? Do I need to call the police?"
I could barely breathe with her basically suffocating the life out of me and could only wheeze out, "Woah, woah, calm down Macy. I am alright, I just needed to go and drop off my neighbour’s son at his school."
Immediately she relaxed and smiled.
"Thank goodness!" She then took a seat, exhausted from her little outburst. Hannah appeared shortly, hands wet with dishwater and her face was in a devilish smirk. She was clearly not worried about me. Instead, she looked downright evil.
"Boss told me to tell you when you arrive that he'd like to see you in his office." She said. Macy was about to say something when Hannah shoved a hand over her mouth and whispered something in her ear. *Weird*. I questioned it but both of them shared an amused grin and kept their mouths shut. Great, now Macy was in on it too.
"You guys are really not going to tell me?" I questioned again. Both shook their heads and I sighed, already getting irritated. What the hell were they hiding? I kept thinking this until I reached the door to Mr Nathaniel's office. As soon as I opened the door the scent of rosewood and syrup immediately overtook my senses, and I found my flesh forming goosebumps and my fingers begin to twitch. Then, his eyes met mine, strict, firm and yet amused.
"Take a seat, Miss Emerson. Or should I say, Miss Spectra." I turned around, shut the door behind me and kept looking at the dark wood for a few moments, bracing myself. And here I thought it was going to be a good day.
"Just calm down Jas, calm down. He's not worth it." I mumbled under my breath and then turned back around to face him; a scowl plastered on my face.
"Let me guess, you bought this place over." He shook his head no. "I own this place. Have since five years ago. I was actually surprised. Of all the places you could have worked at in this town, you chose here. Guess it was fate." Fate my ass. It was a fucking nuisance, that's what it was! "Care to tell me why you are late, Miss Spectra?"
"Care to tell me where Mr Nathaniel is?" I retorted. He shrugged and told me that he told Mr Nathaniel that he would be looking after the diner for the next month or so and had given him paid leave. That old man was a bloody traitor!
"I don't know what you think you're doing Damon, but it's not going to work." With that he stood up and smirked. His eyes now practically glinted with amusement as he began nearing me and I couldn't help but question, "What is up with you. Ever since you came here you've been acting weird."
By now he was standing right in front of me, practically undressing me as his eyes slowly gazed at my body. However, when I asked him that question, he looked back up at my face, confused. "What do you mean?"
With a sigh I pushed past him and sat down on the desk previously belonging to Mr Nathaniel. "What I mean is that the Damon Michaels I once knew never showed an ounce of emotion on his face. Yet here you are, with actual expressions dancing across your face. What changed in those two years?"
"You."
His answer hung in the air for a moment, gathering momentum, and then a thick coating of dust.
"What do you mean by that?" I was afraid of the answer.
"You, Jasmine Spectra changed me, and I have no fucking clue why. All I know is that when you left, something in me snapped... and I'm here to figure out exactly what that is, and why I've started feeling actual emotions again. All I need is you exactly in your place, which would be easier if you actually weren't so stubborn and just came back with me."
I stood there in shock. I was really not even prepared for such an answer. In fact, it took a full ten minutes of me gaping at him before I actually said something.
"Well, it's great that you have a hobby and all, but I'd prefer it if you kept me out of it. I suggest you play your games of 'find the hidden emotion' by yourself because unlike you Mr 'Rich Alpha', I actually have meaningful, important things to do." I didn't even have to think really hard or observe too much to know that whatever he was feeling it was nowhere near love for me. That was clear in his whole "I want you in your place" nonsense. So, whatever he was feeling must have been something else, and therefore not my problem.
I got up from the table and began to walk towards the door, when I felt a hand grab at my dress, pulling me towards a hard chest so that my back was right up against his heaving body. Beneath the fabric of his shirt, I could feel his heart beating fast, raging within his chest against my back. Mine did the exact same as sparks danced across our bodies.
"Do you honestly think you can escape me? I will not rest until you are back in your place, beneath me. Until you tell me what you did to me to make me want you so much." He growled in my ear.
This was the mistake Damon Caesar Michaels made, and immediately something deep, dark and hungry was unleashed in me.
I turned around, now facing him and moved my lips towards his ear. "Beneath you? Oh, you’re just *itching* to be punished. You want to figure out emotions and feelings? Then I'll teach you." I was now a mixture of violently angry and unfathomably driven by lust.
I gripped him by the collar and pushed him onto the chair. Damon had just brought out the most dangerous part of me. The chains had been broken and shattered. He attempted to free himself from my grip, but I grabbed him tightly, tore off a piece of material from my apron and used it to bind his hands behind the chair, tying them painfully tight.
"Don’t you dare even think about breaking free." I hissed in his ear. I could feel my eyes shift colour, now swirling red. Damon looked at them curiously, occasionally tilting his head, as if trying to analyse what exactly he had just unleashed upon himself.
I then grabbed at his shirt, tearing it to shreds and throwing the material onto the ground. Damon protested against this angrily, but I covered his mouth with a delicious, deep kiss, not keen on hearing anymore of his heated words, when all I really craved was his heated skin. My hands made their way to his chest running along the soft skin as I let a few growls out into Damon's mouth. I could feel him eager to rip free from the material of my apron binding his hands, but I gripped them tightly, almost crushing his wrists. I followed this firm movement with a dark warning. "You better not try to break out of my restraints Damon. Bad boys get punished." I purred into his ear and dragged my tongue against his earlobe making him shiver.
He opened his mouth, trying to protest with eyes furrowed in anger and frustration when again, I placed my lips on his, and claimed his mouth feverishly with my tongue. My hands now moved to the buckle of his pants, in a heated, excited frenzy. Once I'd removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, I yanked them off underneath me and immediately placed my hand in his underwear. He tensed up and froze as my finger caressed over the tip of his length, teasingly.
"Jasmine, what the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed, pulling away from my kiss breathlessly.
I growled out lowly and through fanged teeth said, "I'm teaching you about emotions and feelings." I went down to his chest, glided my tongue slowly against his peck, over his nipple and then to his collar bone where I finished the smooth movement off with a wet kiss. " Right now, Damon, you are feeling"−another teasing flick against his throbbing, wet tip−"lust..."
He let out a moan as I swiftly moved my fingers from his tip right down to his shaft, wrapping all five fingers around him and slowly moving them up and down.
"J-Jasmine, you c-can't. I w-won't be tamed by you. I am a f-fucking Alpha!"
I laughed at his comment, tugging at him harder, making him arch his back and growl out loudly.
"You might be an Alpha"−I moved towards his ear and gave a squeeze at his length which made him gasp−"but I am a *Vixen*and I won't just tame you. I will make you mine. Your heart, your body, they’ll all belong to me. The more you try to control me, the more you tell me what to do, and the more you try to make me obey you, the closer I get to conquering you. So today will be your final warning. After this, you will get no more warnings, and I will show you no more mercy..."
And with that I sunk my teeth into his neck, and he pressed his body right up against mine as his hands fell limp in the apron. It was sensitive because it was the place on his neck, reserved to be marked by me, and if I'd have bitten him just a little harder, I would've gotten the job done. But I wouldn't. I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of me strengthening this already unbearable mate bond.
I slowly started leaving hot, wet kisses against his chest, right down to the band of his underwear. With my free hand I tugged at it, pulling his underwear right down to the floor, exposing him−hard, large and erect in my hand. He stared down at me, almost uncertain and unsure of what I was going to do next, and I returned his look with a deep devilish smile right before kneeling down on my knees and taking him into my mouth. I didn't start off slow or gentle and took all of him, right until the last inch, opening wide and expanding my mouth and throat.
"F-fuck Jasmine. This side of you, it’s−" But his words were lost in a soft gasp which left his lips as I moved my tongue around his throbbing, wet shaft. My eyes were tearing slightly, having so much of him inside my mouth was a little uncomfortable since, as Lucien's Vixen, I never ever was so... mouth-orientated with clients. It was against policy. But I tried my best to manoeuvre around him, counting on my Vixen instincts.
While sucking and swirling my tongue systematically around him I dug my claws into his thighs, not too deep, but deep enough to give him the sensation of sweet pain mixed with this divine pleasure. His eyes were closed shut tightly, his head back, mouth agape and his chest heaved as he panted and groaned and moaned and growled, but at no point was he able to even move a muscle. I had him exactly where he needed to be, too paralyzed with pleasure to even do a thing.
"Ah... fuck, I'm so damn close!" As soon as he said that I immediately removed my mouth from him, licked away traces of his salty juices at the corners of my mouth and slowly began to stand up. He looked at me through half-lidded eyes and panted out frustrated, "Why'd you stop? You aren't finished Jasmine. Finish me off, right now!"
As soon as those words left his mouth I slapped him across the face with clawed hands, causing his head to move to the side. A bright red mark stained his skin along with a deep, red gash. "Bad boy! You don't raise your voice to me!" I was honestly enjoying this way too much, and that was evident by the dripping wetness between my thighs and the tight knot forming in my stomach.
"If you want something from me, I expect you to beg."
And that's when he looked at me, ever defiantly and yet still so desperate for what he *really* wanted, what he’d never admit to.
"Never, Jasmine."
That’s when I let my hand collide with his cheek before I gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at me. His face was exquisite−red eyes swirling desperately and deeply in desire, cheeks in a soft red blush, sweat droplets glittering his forehead and absolute want etched on every single feature. Damon could no longer deny his desire for pain and pleasure, his face gave it away so obviously.
"Someone is a really naughty boy. Guess you'll need to be taught a few more lessons in future. For now, however, I think I'm done here. I'll leave you like this, all desperate and paralyzed by lust, because I've already won. I've given you a taste, and in a matter of time you'll be wanting more and more." I swiped my tongue along his chest and laughed before untying his hands. He tried to grab me as I walked away but I side-stepped swiftly, and he missed. He was too weak to make another attempt and instead fell off the chair onto his knees.
"Jasmine, I will get you back for this. You haven't won yet!"
And this was his second mistake for the day. "Challenge accepted, Alpha." With that I closed the door behind me after exiting the office.