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My Personal Mate

His wolf was always alert but this time, he was on high alert. Instantly, a smile formed on his full, sensual lips. Solomon tilted his head to the side. It was her. He leaned forward in the leather seat as he counted the steps that brought her to the closed conference door. The second the door flew open his eyes were on her. His eyes traveled leisurely over her thick, shapely Godiva chocolate colored body. The tight pencil skirt she had chosen to impress on her interview cling in all the right places to bring attention to her thighs and hips. His mouth watered. He hid his desire behind hood lashes as he turned away from Tia.

Solomon Dynasty had waited for so long to finally get Teshera Alexander at arm’s reach. Even though this sassy Vampire was opened to the idea of all this handsome, powerful Alpha Werewolf was offering, all desire whined when he mentioned the word, Mate. Against the idea, the cat and mouse game began. With each touch, Solomon melted her… bending her to his well. At last, this Alpha had his mate. What should have been a time of love and lust became one of death and blood spilled when Tai was pushed to the point of no return. He realized then that it wasn’t fate that had brought them together, but a powerful force was at work…

TAKE A PEAK INSIDE!

CHAPTER ONE

 

What fool would be late for their first day at Dynasty Empire and National Reality?

“Shoot…shit, shoot!” Teshera Alexander, spunky and quite driven to success had landed the best job in the city, but she was late and pissed now that the landlord wouldn’t fix the door as she had ‘requested’ several times when paying her rent on time—when she paid it on time.

Her life in the country was nothing compared to the city, but it was a big step worth getting used to. The day Desiree called her with her own great news, she felt obligated to share it with her best friend. Tia remembered it as if it was yesterday…

“Girl, you got to get up with me in the big city! Get the hell out of Louisiana…I mean the history is great, but the people can wear your nerves down!”

It was that very conversation that caused Tia to reconsider her future. Did she want to live there all the days of her life? No one in her coven took education to another level by following their path to greatness. They would follow whatever flew their way.

Finally getting the door safely shut, she rushed into the busy street looking for the first cab her brown eyes could see. Throwing her hand up, she let out a sharp whistle, one she’d learned upon her moving to California, the big city of Los Angeles, from the low country of Louisiana. Her family was the typical one that settled for after high school and nothing else, but not Teshera. From a child, she promised herself that she would take the world in one year. None of her friends got that like her bestie, Desiree. Making a pact, they would conquer the world and take everything by force together.


Today it wasn’t the norm cab driver, but some lady with a hat that read ‘Washington Redskins’. The woman looked rugged and so was her voice when she spoke.

“Where to, girl?” She chewed her gum with a crooked pattern. Maybe someone broke her jaw…after she beat their ass or worse. Tia, her given nickname, straightened her pencil skirt and gripped tighter onto the briefcase, hoping the woman wouldn’t want to rob her.

“Dynasty Corp.” Spilling the words from her glossed lips, she felt proud. Had she not gone along with the interview process her friend Desiree encouraged her to take, she wouldn’t be saying her destination. As a matter of fact, she wouldn’t be doing anything but sitting at home while enjoying a bowl of Häagen-Dazs ice cream or the cheap brand—store version. Walking into the building, she could feel her heart beating beyond natural. Being a half-breed, vampire and human, she had a slower beat. Even still, a heart to drive a deal which landed her the job in the first place, and meeting with Mr. Solomon Dynasty will be the first day of the rest of her existence.

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Solomon Dynasty twisted his platinum pen along the ridges of his perfect fingers. Still, the fools did not get what he was saying. He’d explained the deal over and over again and one would think that with such great upstanding resumes, they would have already caught on. He had to keep himself calm, but the beast within him would soon make himself known.

His oceanic blue eyes searched over each one that played an important role in his company. He knew their hearts and their minds because he was given the gift to do so. It was that secret that made him such a young success in the corporate world that he had been taking by storm for the last ten years.

His wolf was always alert, but this time, it was an urgency that couldn’t be tamed. Instantly, a smile formed on his full, sensual lips. He tilted his head to the side. It was her. It only took her, he paused to read the hands on his diamond-encrusted watch, thirty-one minutes to arrive. He leaned forward in the leather seat as he counted the steps that brought her to the closed conference door. The second the door flew open, his eyes were on her.

His eyes traveled leisurely over her thick, shapely body. The tight pencil skirt she had chosen to impress on her interview clung to all the right places to bring attention to her thighs and hips. His gaze lingered on her full breasts that rose and fell quickly under her white silk shirt that had the deep dip in the front that he couldn’t wait to peek down. His mouth watered. He hid his desire behind hooded lids as he turned away from Tia while she did her best to apologize for her tardiness.

The way her cheeks burned behind her Godiva chocolate skin made him want to clear the room, bend her over the sturdiest of his expensive leather chairs and take his large hand to her pussy, making her leak her essence for him.

He sensed the fear, expectation, and nervousness of the gorgeous woman, but that fact wouldn’t get her off the hook. It was only the essence of her scent that teased and taunted him weeks before that encouraged his hand in offering her a job through her dear friend Desiree. The moment he saw her in his dreams, touched her in his fantasies, he needed more…he craved more.

 “I’m so sorry I’m late,” mumbled Tia.

She closed the door quietly behind her. Quickly, she eyed an empty chair, sat down, and prayed no one within the room would take issue. However, she could tell by the twisted face of the woman that had been speaking upon her entering that wasn’t going to be the case. Tia had been in enough fights with females to know when there was going to be drama. Not backing down, she returned the woman’s glare with a beaming smile and a nod of her head as if she was giving her blessing for the woman to continue.

Constance narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t missed the expression on her boss’ face at the sight of this black bitch. She couldn’t help but wonder if this girl had been the reason behind the change in Solomon’s sexual appetite. She had been hiding her frustration due to his refusal to indulge in their afternoon fucks in his office. She had told herself that all she had to do was buy her time, hold her tongue, and before long, the cause would be revealed. She would be a fool not to think that the appearance of this woman didn’t have anything to do with the change in the tides. She straightened her shoulders. She had been licking ass, sucking dicks, and fucking for years to ensure she never reverted to the strip club that paid for her college tuition to earn her a piece of paper.

“We are so happy that you decided to join us,” smirked Constance as she waited for Tia to supply her name, as if she didn’t already know.

 

“Teshera,” Tia smiled, taking care to keep the attitude she tried her best to control from entering into her tone.

 

Solomon lifted his gaze at last. Of course he could stop this cat fight that Constance was waging, but he wanted to see just what Tia would do. He could tell that Constance was sharpening her claws by the way she walked stiffly from her place at the table to stand next to Tia.

“Your resume,” she demanded from Tia.

He narrowed his gaze at the sight of Tia biting down on her bottom lip. He took in the mixed expression on the faces of the others in the room. He didn’t have to read their thoughts to know what they were thinking. They were all waiting for the hair pulling to start. Although he reconsidered as he read Tia’s body language, he was sure that Tia could fuck Constance up without messing up her messy bun she had piled on top of her head.

“I’ll take this.” Constance’s glare intensified when she saw the education and experience listed on Teshera’s resume. “We don’t take late-arriving newbies, especially during an important meeting such as this—”

“Constance! You’re fired.”

Solomon’s voice could be heard throughout the office as he made his declaration. She gasped and dropped the paper, turning to face her only reason for breathing.
 
“B-baby, no!”

“You aren’t the only one that likes to set an example. I won’t repeat myself,” stated Solomon as he pinned her with his cold eyes.

He couldn’t care less that her plea confirmed what some in the office had been wondering for months. The bitch had overstepped herself for the last time. It was his company. It didn’t matter how many times she made him cum. That fact was never going to change. Tia’s eyes darted back and forth between Constance and the handsome man that had spoken in disbelief.

Shit, well I know I’m gone, too, she thought.

She agreed that what the woman had done was unprofessional and rude, but for her to get fired because of it was crazy. If the chick was being cut loose, then she knew that her ass was going to be next. She was already cursing herself for screwing up the opportunity that her friend had given her, and for what? For an extra twenty minutes of a fantasy. She shook her head at her stupidity.

Tia gathered her belongings, getting to her feet. She would simply go home, open up the computer, and get started on a new job. She wasn’t a weakling, nor would she give up. He was beyond handsome. It wouldn’t work out anyway with her being this attracted to her boss with his dark hair and blue eyes. There was something about him that gave off a sense of mystery, desire, but a dark one that had to be unlocked in a special way.

She noticed with a smirk that her faithful underwear was drenched just from being in the room with this man.

“I-I can’t be fired! I’ve been here for three years, Solomon!”

Constance continued her debate, but Solomon’s eyes, intensifying, never deterred from Tia as they both shared a knowing stare. She knew he was something to her; he knew she was everything to him.

“Shut up, Constance.”

 

“Yes, sir.” She shook in her stance. His power…

“Have a seat, Miss Alexander, or would you rather sit in my lap?”

Everyone kept their head down, pretending to be preoccupied, and so would she when she found her seat. Tia’s eyes searched the large room and landed on the nearest chair. It sat empty on both sides of a blonde-haired male. She decided to grab the right chair, furthest away from the boss.

“I’ll sit here,” she smiled, dropping the addictive gaze-game.

“The meeting is over,” Solomon spoke with a little bit more bass than before.

 Perhaps he was aggravated by her tardiness, she thought. Not much was said after telling her to sit down. The man next to Tia gave her a few fearful glances and so did everyone else now. They knew about the boss’ tolerance, which Tia was about to know too.

Without another word spoken, everyone cleared the room, all except Constance. Grabbing her things, Tia’s ass hadn’t even left the leather before he made his demand. The beast quickened him…

Stop her.

“Not you, Miss Alexander.”

“Okay.” The suggestion to take his lap upon her entering was still the live wire that caused her pussy to strum at its own drum. The fact that his voice held the chord to play it was more than enough for Tia, even now.

Her heart began speeding again like a human and their natural ability to worry.

…shit, it would be the death of me.

She turned back stiffly as she tried her best not to listen to the pleas of the blonde woman to be kept on at the company. She didn’t know the woman’s situation, but she wanted to tell the woman to have some pride. It was downright sad. The chick was pulling out all the stops while he just sat back in his chair as he regarded her with his expressionless eyes. She sat her eyes on the wall, the carpet; hell, anywhere to not have to watch the lady crash and burn.

“Baby, please!” Constance turned to her supposed lover, got on her knees, baring her Red Bottoms and pressed both hands on his muscled thighs.

Tia opened her mouth to speak, but clamped it shut a second later. This had to be a joke. Who the hell would go to these lengths for this man? Granted, he was handsome, but there was no damn way she would be on the ground begging him for anything. Turning, she began to walk towards the door. It didn’t matter that he had instructed her to stay.

“Get out of my building. I’ll have my new secretary send your weekly pay, and you will have a written recommendation letter along with it.”

The anger brewing behind his blue orbs could have taken this woman to an early grave, but it didn’t seem like she was getting it. Solomon’s patience was wearing thin—very. He sighed and crossed his arms over his high priced tailored suit.

“Now, Connie, do I have to remove you myself?”

A sound of frustration erupted from her lips as she jumped up. With an “excuse me”, she bolted out the office, leaving Teshera alone with him.

“Come,” he smirked as he got to his feet, “walk this way.”

The man was tall. Six feet, she was sure, but the naturally tanned skin made her wonder where he spent most of his days when not working. Only time would tell, but right now, she followed him as he commanded.

The office looked bright, spotless with windows that had a thick tint over them. Nothing but windows and Tia hated heights. Solomon couldn’t help but notice the anxiety increasing within her, but of course, that would never be a secret to him. She was obviously nervous around him, but in a way which pleased him deep within. Each step of her feet, the sound of the heels, made him think of how she would wear them as she participated in his creative ways of pleasing him.

“Close the door.”

 He turned to face her, leaning against the huge oak desk.

“Yes, sir.”

She started to speak something else; however, the words stayed right there in her mouth along with the others in her mind. She was already thinking of what to say when she walked out when he said gave the same as Constance’s fate. It wasn’t going to be anything that included ass kissing, that was for sure. She was never one that was fond of the taste of shit. He chuckled softly at the thought that ran through her mind. Taking a deep breath, Tia was ready.

“Sit.”

He offered his hand to help, but she only glanced at it before rushing to the seat nearest to her. The nice leather chair offered some condolence, at least this would be the first of the last moments she had experienced in one of the nation’s top businesses.

“Would you care to explain to me why I shouldn’t be angry about your tardiness this morning, love?” His smirk continued to play at his lips.

 Tia counted four times so far, to her knowledge. His face was beyond perfect. Intimidating, to say the least, yet heavily attractive for sure, along with the rest of him.

“Late…well,” she began, slowly.

She cleared her throat. Although she was confident in her own walk of life, Tia let the street nature would leak through and take hold of her conversation. She had been warned by her friend and coached until her ears wanted to bleed of how to handle herself within the circles of these professionals. In spite of the fact that she had all the right entries on her resume, some ways weren’t easy to erase.

“Late,” he replied, stressing the word.

Yes, he needed to back down. He was strong hearted and straight forward within the business world, but he didn’t want to scare the beautiful woman into quitting. Of course, he had no intentions of firing her. This was all part of the game of getting to know her limits. He needed to ensure that she was strong in every way before he chose her to be his. Not only would she be pushed physically when he laid with her, but she would also have to be strong in mind to deal with the shit being his would bring.

“Well, what happened was, I forgot to feed my dog, so he ended up letting me sleep over. Bruno is very loyal, but this morning he was lazy,” she finished in a rush.

 She had come up with the biggest lie she could put together; it didn’t make a lick of sense. She groaned inwardly at her mistake. If the dog was hungry, then he would have woken her to be fed. Any fool knew that. She could tell by the glim in his eyes that he wasn’t buying her lame excuse either. Maybe a flat tire, or the lack of cabs, but a damn dog?

“Is that right?” He cocked his head and crossed his legs, tapping his fingers in a unique pattern of calm along the sleek office desk before he pushed off it to stroll around and take a seat in his chair.

“Yes,” Tia nodded with mocked confidence. Bad lie or not, there was no getting out of it. She had to play this losey hand through. She hated that he was just staring as if he was in deep thought. She was on the verge of passing out due to the fact that she was holding her breath to see which way her favor was going to swing.

Solomon took his chin and rubbed the beard he took pride in caring for. Every bit of his stature was presentable to the world, and as his future, she would be too. Leaning back in his elegant leather throne, he sighed, giving light to the situation. The atmosphere was thick…thick enough to take her on this desk, which he promised by all things under the sun, he would. He could see that there were habits in her that he was going to enjoy breaking. He shifted his thickening cock slightly to the right as he pushed the image from his mind.  He didn’t give a damn about her screw up. He finally had her where he wanted her—at arm’s length. He took no issue with using everything to his benefit. 

“Here is what I propose, Teshera,” he smirked, rocking in the leather chair. “I want you as my assistant. Your credentials and education make me feel a fool to place you in such a position as weak as a secretary. I want you as my personal…assistant.”

She couldn’t help her eyebrow from arching. The way that word personal slipped from his lips made her wonder to what degree. He obviously enjoyed the company of his female employees. However, where the hell did he get off assuming that she would allow herself to be placed on that list? Never in all her twenty-three years had she been labeled as a dumb girl. She graduated at the top of her class in business, did her thing to bring in the best of the best when conducting proposals, and her wisdom extended well outside the classroom, too. The interview was turning more 50 Shades.

Solomon did his best to hide the monster behind the veil as his dick made itself known with the rising tent in his trousers. He followed her line of thinking very closely as she ticked off her list all the things she found attractive about him. From his eyes, to his skin, to his facial hair, to his frame; she appeared to find him suitable. It also pleased him that she hadn’t included his wealth on her secret mental list. It excited him to no end when her thoughts began to stray down the path of wonderment surrounding the size of his dick, if he could use it, and if he could eat pussy. He fought back the response that threatened to slip from his smirking lips. Of course, the offer of the position could have been an innocent one. Were his desires that noticeable? And if so, how would she take it? 

Getting up, he moved gracefully around the large Cherrywood antique desk as his fingertips gently took the edges of the golden strip that centered it. Tia’s eyes followed them as he used them to distract the young, beautiful woman before she lost sight of him when he came to stand behind her. She moistened her lips due to the cool air blowing from hidden ducts within the room. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She wanted to laugh at this textbook move that he was making. The man was clearly used to having his way. How many women had he gotten to drop their panties with a superior nod of his handsome head?

His touch bathed her with a desire that she dismissed to not having sex with an actual man in a very long time. She didn’t pop it like it was hot or go out every moment Desiree called for a night of clubbing. Maybe when they were coming up, but now, it was all about making the paper. Desi was the key to Tia’s success. Yes, she had her own thing going with the smarts, but Desiree had the connections. Mitch, their boy, had more connections and in the hood, connections bring paper.

Just as Solomon thought…she was sweet to the touch and the contours of her shoulders and neck would be perfect for his taking. Leaning forward, he leaned over and whispered gently. The near scent of his cologne reminded Tia of something unique, something so intoxicating that she’d never experienced it in her life. This game that she had thought they would be equally matched at was going south really quickly. She playfully realized that he had moves that placed her out of his league. He brought a refinement to the table that was making her knees tremble. Her mouth watered so damn much and her fangs tried to push through her gums and take him in a way she’d never taken blood. He smelled sweet…sweet blood that could become her addiction and never want another.

“Who do you think I am?”

With her mind trying to register all the senses at once, she blinked back a few times and thought of who he really was. Maybe he wasn’t the boss, maybe he was someone else.

“T-the boss’ son,” Tia spat before she could register what the hell was said.

She crossed her legs to stop the feeling that him being so close was creating. Solomon was finally rewarded with the peek he had longed for. He could have seen more, but he was on his best behavior not to take in every bit of her bosom blooming for him.

 ***END OF SAMPLE***
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