Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

Setting it Straight

"Hi, Mid!" Grayson greets me in a happy voice, bursting into the office and snapping me out of my stalking. I peel my gaze away from my favorite man to smile at him. I glance at the clock on the computer and realize I've spent almost five hours staring at men and squeezing my legs to try to do something about everything I'm feeling down there, "Smells like you’re horny.”

“I-I don’t…” I stutter, blinking and feeling my face get hot with embarrassment, but Grayson just laughs at me.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he shakes his head, “And I have a present for you."

He hands me a box and I squeal as I forget my embarrassment because this is so cool.

I know I'll never talk to anyone, but at least I'm going to be able to do stuff on it and stop missing my computer. Plus, I'm going to be able to watch pörn in a more convenient way now. I'm really excited about that.

Grayson links the office number to my phone so it rings there now. At least then this thing will have incoming calls, I'm sure it would be inert all the time otherwise.

Grayson also saves his, Lionel's, Angie's and Bastian's numbers in case I ever need them. And then he stays here chatting with me for a while, asking about which alphas I find attractive, until Lionel comes into the office and scolds him.

"I've been waiting for you for half an hour!" he yells, "Get your äss to the locker room and get out of that dress you're wearing."

"It's just a long shirt, it's not a dress," he corrects, not sounding at all perturbed, "I'll be there in a moment, I was just keeping our pet company."

"Don't call me a pet," I frown at him.

"Exactly, Grayson, don't call her that. You're the animal, not her," Lionel blurts out, "Midnight, by the way, it's time for the group presentation. I think everyone is here and it's the perfect time."

I nod and nervously stand up as he leaves again, wishing I had put on some makeup, or at least done my hair better. At least my outfit is cute and sexy.

As I get up from the chair and round the desk, Grayson sets his gaze on my legs.

"Midnight... wow," he whispers, not taking his eyes off me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, walking until I'm in front of him. Grayson doesn't answer, he just grabs my hand and spins me around myself very slowly.

"You have a body to die for," he murmurs, releasing me and putting his hands on my hips. His words make me tremble just a little bit because all I want in life, at least at this moment, is to be desired by someone, "With all due respect and no offense intended in any way, how come you're so.... well proportioned? It's like I had you made exactly the way I like it."

"Genetics, I guess," I reply, and my voice sounds clipped because his hands are still on my hips and his gaze on my body, "My family has good genes. I mean, Lion is a werewolf and my mother was a beautiful human woman... uh, what are you doing?"

Grayson's hands have moved up a little and now his fingertips are under my blouse, caressing the skin of my lower back. Just his fingertips, but that's enough to make me feel so much more than I've ever felt before.

I swallow hard and close my eyes because all I want is for him to remove this piece of cloth and keep touching me all over.

"I'm just checking how good your genetics are," he replies, his voice now has taken on a deeper tone. His scent is actually very deep and delicious. I take a deep breath but he shakes his head and takes a step back, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be... it's just that I really like your body. I didn't notice it yesterday because the clothes you were wearing at first weren't that flattering. I hadn't noticed your legs, or your äss and I definitely hadn't noticed your massive t**s because if I had, believe me I would have buried my face between them.”

"You can do it," I say quietly and I surprise even myself. Grayson stutters in surprise, but before he can say anything, we hear a loud sound outside and we come out of our bubble. I remember Lion is waiting for me and Grayson remembers he had to go change his clothes, "You don't have to apologize to me for admiring my body, it actually makes me very happy. And if you want to touch it... you have my permission."

Grayson freezes when I say that, but since I don't have time to stand here and discuss it, I decide to leave and talk about it later.

I walk with quick steps to where Lion is standing in front of a bunch of people and he scolds me with his gaze before grabbing my arm and lifting it up as if he's rewarding me as the winner of something.

All the men (and few women) who are here are looking at me now and my heart starts beating like crazy. I can tell that many are looking at my legs and I couldn't be happier that I wore this today.

"This is my daughter, her name is Midnight," Lionel announces, "She will be working here from now on as my personal assistant. I don't want anyone to dare disrespect her or anything like that. Don't even look at her in a dirty way because all contact that is not purely friendly is forbidden. Do you understand me? I will not tolerate anything."

Everyone gives a collective nod or confirmation and Lion lets go of my hand. My face is hot as hell and I'm starting to feel extremely uncomfortable being the center of attention of all these werewolves. Now their stares are not making me feel good.

On the contrary.

"Hey, don't be nervous," Grayson says appearing to the side of me and putting a hand on my shoulder to offer his support. When I turn my gaze to him, I realize he's not wearing a shirt.

Oh my. He's so much sexier than he looks at first glance.

"You have tattoos," I murmur, as if it's not obvious, and I can't help but stare at his torso. He also has some on his neck and, being so observant, I'm surprised I haven't noticed. Maybe because all I've ever seen him wearing are sweatshirts with the cap on, "They're bad for the skin."

But I don't care. All I care about is how well worked out his body is. How I want him to slip his hands back under my blouse and this time touch more skin.

"But you like what you see," he states in an amused voice, running his hands over his abdomen and I can only nod without taking my eyes off him, "Then I'll repeat your offer: you have permission to touch me as much as you want."

I swallow saliva and start to vibrate with excitement. I have this man in front of me, telling me I can touch him, with all that bare skin and I don't feel the way I felt with Jake. I don't want to run away and hide under a rock. Maybe because Grayson inspires more confidence in me.

"Really? Even if I wanted to touch below the belt?" I ask, quietly so no one around us is complicit in this. Grayson crouches down a little until his face is close to mine.

"Especially if you want to touch below the belt."