The Lycan Alpha's Claim: Lust Beneath the Full Moon

Scarlet Smith's POV

I checked my hair one more time in the mirror. It looked just the same as it did two minutes ago - as frizzy and unmanageable as usual. Giving up on it, I got out and hurried toward the huge office building. I didn't want to be late on my first day.

The elevator took me right up to the top. Lycan Investments owned a building in one of the nicest parts of town. Zane Carter, their CE0, was a legend in the business world.

I still couldn't believe that I landed a job as his assistant. I stepped into the office, staring around nervously. I got to the reception desk.

"Hello, I'm Scarlet Smith. It's my first day here."

The receptionist gave me a sparkling smile.

"Hey, Scarlet! I'm Tasha. I've been expecting you. Your desk is this way."

I followed her, looking around. I haven't been there before. I haven't even met Mr. Carter yet. My interview was conducted on Skype by one of Zane's top employees, Victoria Nicholas.

It seemed odd at the time, but as I looked around, I started to realize that my interview wasn't the only unusual thing about the company.

There were tall glass windows, but all of them were covered by thick curtains. The inside of the office was lit by a chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling

The people, too, weren't what I expected. A lot of them are normal-looking, like Tasha and me. Some of the others, though... I could only describe them as supermodels.

They were tall and pale and moved with a grace that was usually reserved for cats. Their eyes seemed to see everything. They looked at everyone else as though they knew exactly what they were thinking.

Get a grip, Scarlet. They're just people. You're nervous, that's all.

"You'll be sitting here. For now, you can start sorting Mr. Carter's emails. Take out the advertisements and prioritize the rest in order of urgency."

I could do that. I did something similar at my old job.

"Thanks, Tasha. When do I meet Mr.Carter? I assume he has instructions for me?"

Tasha laughed lightly, "You don't go to Mr.Carter - he calls you in. He is aware that you'll be here today. He'll call for you when he needs you."

I was hoping to meet him right off, but I was sure I would see him soon enough.

"Thanks, I'll get started."

I spent an hour sorting through emails. It was mostly the usual nonsense. I quickly organized them into different folders for Mr.Carter's attention.

I had questions for him about how he wanted certain things handled, but I didn't want to make a bad impression by barging into his office when I wasn't needed.

"Scarlet?" Victoria came over, her arms full of papers, "Mr. Carter will see you now."

I tried now to show my nerves as I walked to the clearly labeled office.

I knocked, and a voice called for me to enter.

When I did, my feet came to a halt. I couldn't help but stare at Mr. Carter.

He had this unusually handsome face that made me forget what I had wanted to say.

I felt like fanning myself because, at that time, my face was hot and red.

He was younger than I had expected. Gosh, I was never into brunettes, especially a bearded one like Mr. Carter.

His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Scarlet. Coffee, please, black, no sugar. Get it at the stand down the street." He said, in brief and concise words. It showed he was going to be a man of few words.

"Yes, Mr. Carter. I just want to say that it's such an honor to be working-" I was speaking when he interrupted me.

"Yes, yes. Just make sure the coffee is hot," he said and took his eyes off me to continue what he was doing.

He dismissed me with a flick of his hand without even looking at me. It was at that moment I knew we weren't going to get along. Anger began to boil up in my stomach.

I may just be his assistant, but he can at least be polite?!

"Yes, sir," I said, managing to be careful to keep a cheerful tone and leave, closing the door quietly behind me.

Why does someone so hot have to be so mean? I thought to myself. I supposed nobody could be so perfect. He had to lack a good personality and have good looks.

I hurried down to the coffee stand I saw on my way in. I double-checked the order, making sure to get it right. Mr. Carter didn't seem to be someone who tolerated people who made mistakes. On my way back, I stood impatiently behind five people at the lift, which didn't seem to be moving.

"What's going on?" I asked a woman next to me.

"The lift is stuck. Mr. Carter is going to go berserk. He had it replaced two months ago," she replied. My heart sank.

"Do we have an ETA on the repairs yet?"

"I'm not sure, but if it's not within twenty minutes, someone is getting fired," she said with a panicky voice.

The coffee in my hand was hot and burning my palm, but I wasn't worried about the burn but the fact it wasn't going stay hot for twenty minutes - if the lift can be fixed that quickly. I bit my bottom lip and made a groan as I walked quickly to take the stairs.

I had thought I was relatively fit. I found out I wasn't fit at all.

By the time I dragged myself up to the fifteenth story, I felt like I was dying. I was sure my face was bright red, and it began to feel like I had daggers lodged in my lungs.

The coffee in my hand was still warm, though not piping hot, but warm enough. Smiling in triumph, I wiped the sweat off my face and paused for a moment, composing myself as I got to the door of Mr. Carter's office.

When I knocked on Mr. Carter's door, he retorted "Enter!" almost immediately.

"Your coffee, Mr. Carter," I said with a smile of satisfaction.

"What took you so long?" He said with a frown.

"I'm sorry, it was-" I said before he cut me short.

"Never mind, just give it to me," he said and stretched his hand to collect it.

Scarlet's POV

I held back an annoying comment that I was about to hand to him. He took one sip and spat it out immediately.

"I told you to make it hot!" He glared at me, "What exactly is too difficult about fetching hot coffee?"

"It was the elevator, Mr. Carter, it -"

"I don't want to hear excuses! Get out of my sight," he shouted at me in a voice that almost resembled that of a monster. I held back angry tears and had to exert a lot of self-control to prevent myself from slamming the door.

What a dick, I thought to myself. He didn't even give me a moment to explain. I was prepared that next time I would just bloody wait for the elevator to be fixed and serve him his coffee stone cold. If he was going to shout at me for dashing up fifteen stories for him, I wouldn't bother in the future. I sat down at my desk, quietly fuming.

Does he think I'm incompetent? Fine, then I'm going to prove him wrong. He'll be eating his words before long...

Mr. Carter didn't call me in for the rest of the day, which was just fine by me. I sorted his emails, booked appointments into his calendar, responded to queries from potential investors, and forwarded others to Katherine, or Mr. Carter himself for the most important clients.

He didn't come to shout at me again, which probably meant he couldn't find anything wrong with my work. Cheers to small victories.

On my way out, I met Tasha at the elevator, which was now working.

"How was your first day?" She asked me.

"Um..."I don't want to make a bad impression by complaining, because any honest answer is going to sound like a complaint."

She beamed at me, "It's okay, I get it. He can be a harsh man, and I'm only the secretary. Being his assistant must be much worse."

I was relieved to hear I wasn't the only one he seemed put through hell. "He's like that with everyone?"

"Unfortunately. On my first day here, I spent at least an hour crying in the bathroom."

Bastard! I said out loud but in my mind. If this was how he treated everyone, I was not sure how much longer I would be working here, regardless of how good it was for my career.

"What a dick," I blurted.

"Shh, don't say that," Tasha looked around as we stepped into the elevator. "I swear he has the hearing of a wolf. Half of the office does."

I didn't have time to question this, because Victoria stepped into the elevator with us just before it closed.

"Scarlet. I trust you had a good first day?" Victoria asked.

I was certain that the whole office heard Mr.Carter shouting at me. I wondered if she was testing me.

"It was great, thank you," I replied.

She smirked at me, and at that moment, I was sure Tasha was right. She heard me insulting my boss, and now I was going to be out on my first day.

Shit, this was going to look horrible on my CV. This was the best job offer I had ever gotten, and it already seemed I had blown it on my first day.

Tasha had a nervous look, reinforcing my opinion - that I had messed up big time. I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping that she would go easy on me. By her slightly predatory smile, I somehow doubted Victoria had ever gone easy on everyone.

I'm fucked.

I never even got to show them that I was good at my job...

~~~~~

"I'm glad to hear it," Victoria said.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Tasha was wrong and Victoriadidn't hear me. The moment the elevator opened, I dashed out, determined to escape before anything else went wrong.

Kylian, my boyfriend, was waiting for me when I got home. "Hey! How was your first day?"

"Awful," I groaned. I step into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent and letting it calm me. "My boss is so annoying. Or maybe he just hates me."

"Sorry to hear that. I'm sure he'll come around, though. I can't see anyone who knows you not loving you."

"Well, I think you may be biased because I'm your girl," I said, even though I like it.

Instead of answering, Kylian pulled me to him for a kiss. I luxuriated in it for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I'm tired. Is dinner ready? I think I'll just eat and go to bed."

"Of course. I made your favorite."

I already felt guilty for the way I practically drooled over Mr. Carter - at least, until he revealed the stark contrast between his personality and his looks. I felt Kylian didn't need to know that information. We didn't talk much as we ate, but the silence wasn't awkward. I knew he would understand that I was just tired.

When we climbed into bed, I fell asleep with the hope that tomorrow would be a better day.

The next day certainly started well. Kylian woke me to a plate of bacon and eggs in bed.

"What's all this for?"

"Call it a good luck charm. Here's to today being better."

"Thanks," I said with a bright smile and went on to wolf down the bacon and eggs, while Kylian watched with amusement.

When I was done, I glanced at the clock only to see that Kylian had woken me slightly earlier than usual. I grinned at the pleasure of not having to rush to get ready for work. Thanks to having gone to bed early last night, I was not tired.

"Come here," Kylian recognized the glint in my eyes and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over both of us.

He sleeps naked, which leaves no barrier between my hands and his skin. He kissed me, slowly at first, then with more urgency as his short blond hair tickled my cheeks.

Under the blankets, our body heat began to rise quickly. I could feel his cock erecting, and my own body was doing its kind of erection. Kylian wriggled down, moving his kisses to my breasts.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close so that our bodies would move tightly against each other. His tan-darkened skin was soft against mine. I moaned to his touch and kisses.

My pussy felt empty and throbbed in demand for his cock. I thrust my hips against him, letting his cock bump against my clit.

Kylian chuckled as I grabbed his ass, and squeezed passionately with my fingers. He has always had an amazing ass.

It made me wonder what Mr. Carter's ass looked like. I hadn't yet seen him from behind. I quickly banished the guilty thought, focusing once more on Kylian.

Scarlet's POV

I reached a hand down to start fingering my clit as he lavished attention on my breasts.

My nipples ached, and his tongue soothed them, as nothing else can. I rode the waves of pleasure, breathing in the scent of our sweat, loving the heat under the covers as well as the heat within my body.

"I'm ready," I whispered, my voice shaking slightly with desire.

Kylian l nodded and spread my legs. I grabbed his shoulder with one hand as he pushed slowly into me. His cock filled my inside, drawing a moan from my lips. My other hand was still on my clit, and I moved it faster, already eager for release.

I thrust my hips to meet his. Kylian l captured my lips in a kiss, swallowing my gasps as he made slow, gentle love to me.

Sometimes I wished he'd be a little less gentle. What I'd give to be shoved against a wall and fucked hard.

But I loved Kylian. How could I object to him worshipping my body and showing me exactly how much he loves me in return?

He finally picked up the pace a bit, his need getting the better of him. My wrist ached from making quick circles over my clit, but I didn't want him to stop. Kylian's pupils were blown wide, and I could tell that he was close.

If I wanted to come, I needed to do it fast, or he was going to finish before I did. I pressed his head down onto my shoulder. "Bite me," I whispered to him.

He barely grazed me with his teeth, but it wasn't enough.

I cried out as my pussy clenched around his cock, contracting wildly with my orgasm. The extra pressure on his cock set Kylian off, and he thrust several more times before coming a still.

My orgasm probably could have gone on longer if he'd kept going, but I did come, so I didn't need to complain. I sighed happily as his weight settled on me - not his full weight, but enough to keep me pressed to the bed.

We stood there for a few minutes, catching our breath. Kylian finally rolled aside, and I rested my head on his chest.

This was the best part - these few minutes afterward when we were both seated and relaxed. I felt like I could lie with him like this forever. Except I had to get to work.

Damn.

"I should go."

"I know," Kylian sighed as he tossed the covers off, and I winced at the gust of the cold air, "I've got an early client."

"Is that the one who refused to wear the wet suit?"

"Yep. I swear he's going to get hypothermal. Only maniacs surf without wet suits in winter."

As far as I was concerned, only maniacs surf without wet suits in summer, but Kylian had always felt the cold less than me. I didn't think he could be a surfing instructor if he didn't.

I arrived at work fifteen minutes early, just in case the elevator was broken again. No way was I making Mr. Carter dislike me even more by arriving late for my second day.

Fortunately, the elevators were working, and I arrived early.

The first thing I saw when the doors opened was Mr. Carter. He was leaning against a desk, talking to Katherine. It gave me a perfect view of his ass.

Damn, that's a nice ass, I said to myself.

He suddenly turned to look at me, and I felt myself blushing, even though I knew that there was no way he could know what I was thinking.

"Scarlet, get me coffee, and make sure it's hot this time."

"Of course, Mr. Carter," I said.

I was quite glad to have a reason to turn right around and go back down to ground level. It gave me time to compose myself. I couldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about my boss, it would interfere with my work. Thankfully, I managed to get his coffee to him in time, but he still found something to criticize.

"Re-organize my emails. I want the important ones sent to me, not Katherine," he said after criticism.

"Yes, Mr. Carter. Do you have a list of which clients qualify as important?" I asked.

"Work it out!" he roared, "do I have to do every little thing for you?"

"No sir," I went back to my desk. I had thought I'd worked out which clients were the most important, but clearly, I got that wrong. I didn't want to look incompetent, but Mr.Carter didn't want to talk to me. I reluctantly went to Katherine.

"Excuse me, Katherine, but do you have a list of important clients whose emails I should send directly to Mr. Carter?" She gave me the same superior smirk as yesterday.

"I guessed you wouldn't know. I can help you out."

Yeah, acting like giving me the information needed to do my job is a favor.

"Thank you," I told her stiffly.

Once I had the list, it became apparent that I had gotten almost everything right. The only two emails I didn't forward him yesterday that were on the list were from much smaller clients.

Why would he even want to deal with such small clients in person? Maybe he was just making up stuff to criticize me about. I don't think he liked me very much.

The rest of the day went without any mishap, apart from Victoriapicking on me, but I quickly learned to ignore that. It was at the end of the day that something strange happened.

Victoria started going around the room, speaking quietly to a few of the lower-level employees, including Tasha. I couldn't hear most of it, but the words, 'the ritual' were repeated a few times.

Everyone Victoria talked to beamed. As everyone was leaving, those people she spoke to headed to a room near the back of the office labeled 'off limits'.

I tried to catch Tasha's eye, wanting to ask what was going on, but Victoria stepped between us, giving me a dangerous glare. "Do you need something, Scarlet?"

"No ma'am. I'm just leaving.

I looked over my shoulder as I went, just in time to see Mr. Carter and a couple of the more senior employees go into the off-limits room. I didn't know why, but something about it sent shivers down my spine.

Why was that room off-limits? What was the ritual? What were they doing in there that they didn't want anyone else to know about? These were questions I asked myself.