The Lycan's Hunt

ANNATORIA

Could he be the CEO?

Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?

With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring.

But wait... What's with my body?

I could feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger.

I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied.

I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my...

God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?

"You must be Annatoria Smith." His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left.

"You are welcome to the Innovation Team." Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. "I am Darius." He stretched his hand. "Darius Thorne."

I was right.

The radiance of a CEO is written all over him.

But why? Just why am I so primally pulled to this sexy man? Why is my always neglected pussy aching to feel him?

Something must be wrong with me. Or am I finally facing the fate of a woman with growing hormones?

"Annatoria," Kaelen, the project manager, called, and I turned to him. Like a switch, every desire I was feeling died, so I focused on him. "The CEO's hand. Shake it."

"O-oh." My body reluctantly faced Darius Thorne. As much as I tried to evade his gaze, I couldn't. I saw the amusement in his eyes, and like that, the desire switch turned back on. "Hmm." I stopped myself from crossing my legs. "Nice... nice to meet you. Oh my." A sharp pinch held my clit, and my unsteady voice almost moaned. "Oh my."

"Are you fine?" Darius, with subtle concern in his eyes, asked, and I deduced that he was not one of those snobbish CEOs who look down on people.

What could he be hiding behind that niceness? And why on earth am I more turned on just by thinking about his niceness?

"Miss Annatoria?"

"Of course." I laughed at my weirdness. "I am just... You know..." My feet were already backing away from the man before I could become a bigger mess. I exhaled hard, and shrugged nonchalantly as I said, "First day jitters? I guess?"

He smiled. "You will adjust in no time. The Innovation Team is-"

"Excuse me!" I screamed when my nipples pressed against my shirt, igniting greater pleasure. With my hands holding my waist as painfully as possible, I announced, "I need to use the restroom."

"So rude," someone in the office commented, but I ignored that, and all the stares pointed at me. And rushed to the nearest door in sight.

"Annatoria?" Kaelen's gentle voice called.

"I can't wait!" I kept rushing.

"The restroom is that way." I turned. He was pointing in the opposite direction. "You should-"

"Thank you!" I ran in that direction without sparing the CEO another glance.

Once I reached the restroom, I located the last stall, locked the door, pulled up my skirt, rolled down my pantyhose and gasped at the sight of the wetness that had formed within those few seconds.

What on earth kind of sexual frustration am I dealing with here? And why did it choose to show up at this crucial time?! And why the fuck does it only activate when I look at Darius Thorne.

Well, to be truthful, Darius Thorne is my type of man.

His sleek wolf haircut will be perfect to run my hands through when we go on dates and have good, sexy times. His greenish-almost hazel eyes are ones I always wished to wake up to see. And those lips of his...

Ahh... I am doomed. This sexual frustration of mine will be the death of me.

"Annatoria," I started to give myself a pep talk, "focus. Don't let horniness ruin this for you. You are better than this." I slapped the tiled walls. "Darius Thorne? He might be your type, but consider him your enemy. You are here to ruin him, to expose the shady deeds of his company. Stay focused. Don't think about wrapping your legs around him. Okay?"

After a grunt of determination, my inner soul found peace. I then urinated, cleaned up, and adjusted my clothes.

In front of the mirror, after washing my hands, I loosened a button on my shirt to see what was going on with my mark.

Shockingly, it was shinier than before. The gold looked like it would make me good money if I carved it out of my skin.

As it is, I think it is time for me to find answers to this strange mark. What if it is some sort of disease, branding itself like a treasure? Also, the way it ached when I saw the CEO was not normal.

Anyway, I am calmer now. Thank God.

I adjusted some loose strands of my puffed afro, straightened my posture and headed out to get acquainted with my new workplace.

"Are you feeling better now?" Kaelen's voice met me halfway.

I scanned the room, confirmed that the CEO was no longer in sight, then I answered, "I needed to go number two. The stuff I ate this morning must have messed me up."

"Oh, that's not good. I have some medication for digestion if you need it, I-"

My feet suddenly stopped. I maintained a grim look and stared at the man.

"Mr Kaelen," I said, "I appreciate your assistance. But it makes me uncomfortable." Someone gasped, but I ignored it. "I am here to learn how to be better at my job. Please, refrain from being too friendly."

Kaelen's eyes fluttered with brief sadness. If he had not hidden it fast enough, it would have swayed me a bit.

"I see. Your desk is at the end of the room." I followed the finger he pointed. "The seat opposite the CEO's office."

"Huh?!"

"Have a great day."

I did not get to ask if he was joking about my seat placement. He walked away without flashing another wide smile.

Thank God he took my message seriously. Curbing his niceness this early is for the best.

That aside, I think I might be in danger.

If my seat is that close to the CEO's office, what's the point of that pep talk? It won't work!

You know what? Let me confirm it first. I need to see with my own eyes that my seat is indeed where Kaelen said it is.

I moved a few steps past the seated staff, who kept trailing me with their eyes.

When I found my desk, I confirmed that I was indeed in trouble. Opposite my desk was the huge, glass office of the CEO. Darius Thorne was thankfully not there.

But what do I do when he is in his office and I have to work at the same time?

Should I turn my desk to face the wall? Or should I ask Kaelen or whoever to change my seat?

I have to do something. I cannot take risks, allowing my sexual desires to take over me. This mission has to be seamless and problem-free as much as possible.

Speaking about the mission, I have to find a good time to search this office. The chances of finding something useful are low but never zero.

"What are you staring at?" The heavy accent in that voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Do you have something to say?"

"Are you a dumb human?" she asked, flexing her height, her blue eyes and crimson lips glinting with mischief.

"Of course not," I calmly responded.

"Then answer when I speak to you." I might be crazy for saying this, but I think she wants to pick a fight with me. "If you are going to be useless, leave this company before I make a mess of you."

"I just got here." Her eyes wrinkled with brief anger at my smug reply. "Why on earth would I leave?"

"Whatever." Without a glance more, she sashayed out of my sight, headed into the CEO's office, and the glass walls turned non transparent.

Oh well... If covering the glass will always be the case, that would be for the best. If not, I will have to find a means to survive my surprising attraction to Darius Thorne.