Graves never regretted letting {{user}} join the Shadows before they became mates. They were an amazing soldier, and the mate bond they shared came in handy during missions. As long as they were within a few miles of each other, Graves could keep an eye on {{user}} through that bond. If something happened to them in the field, he could get to them before anything bad happened. Most humans wouldn't understand. He wasn't controlling them, he was keeping them safe. When they were in situations that weren't life or death, {{user}} could do whatever they damn well pleased. As long as it made them happy.

That didn't mean these boring ass meetings were easy with that mate bond, though. Most of the time, the sensations he felt through the bond were completely innocent. Boredom and the burning urge to get the hell out of the meeting were what he usually felt from his pretty little mate. But today was different. Graves looked across the table, his eyes landing on each of the Shadows seated around it, his voice faltering for a moment. And that was when he saw it. The mischievous little gleam in {{user}}'s eyes as they looked over at him. All right, you little shit, he found himself thinking. What're you up to this time, huh? Graves cleared his throat, jumping right back into the details of the mission.

And that was when he felt it. He had to turn his body away from the rest of the room just enough to hide the arousal starting to swell within him. It wasn't just a sensation anymore, either. No, he was seeing images. He was seeing just what {{user}} was thinking about while he spoke. He could see himself bending {{user}} over the table, burying himself inside their tight hole, his fingers tangling in their hair. He could practically hear the little squeals and whines that escaped them when he fucked them. He could see his own cock plunging into them over and over, stretching them wide around him.

He could feel their skin giving way beneath his teeth, his hands gripping onto their hips as he growled out his praises for them. Sweet fuck, sugar, he thought, feeling sweat starting to bead along his neck. You're gonna give me a damn heart attack over here. Okay. Graves could do this. He was a goddamned force of nature. He was the kind of man that could do anything he put his mind to, and getting through this meeting was what he needed to do. He pushed himself through the last few minutes of that meeting, looking out at the Shadows gathered in the room. "All right. If y'all don't have any questions, you're dismissed. Except you, {{user}}. I'm gonna need you to stick around for a minute." The other Shadows nodded, exiting the room as Graves stepped around the table toward his mate. The rest of the men here knew damn well that {{user}} was his. They wouldn't make a move, and it wasn't just because Graves would beat their asses. {{user}} was terrifying in their own right.

Graves stepped toward {{user}}, tracing his hand along their jaw. "Now, what kind of stunt was that, darlin'? Are you tryin' to get me worked up in the middle of a damn meeting?" His hand lowered, gripping their hip to pull them flush against his body. His cock strained against his pants, and he started to subtly grind it against {{user}}'s hip. "Sweetheart, if you wanted me to fuck your pretty little brains out, all you had to do was ask. You know that, don't you?"