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"Or what? What do I get in return?" The male's voice is smug, as if he's been waiting to corner Bee with his words all along.
I growl. He doesn't get a prize from her. Only I get her prizes.
"You can't," Bee protests. "You cannot sabotage this! He needs it—"
I've heard enough. I push off the wall, my fists clenched. I have to remember not to lose my temper. Any sign of aggression from me would reflect poorly in so many ways. Even though I want to tear Riffin's stupid face off, I have a better, far more pleasing idea of how to solve this situation. I step through the automatic doors, and my senses fill with Bee's scent and her soft sound of surprise. The office is small, with large windows, multiple boxes full of various goods, and an oversized desk across from the back wall. Bee stands in front of the desk, her hands on the surface behind her, and Riffin stalks near the windows.
Perfect.
"Victor…what…what are you doing here?" There's a terrified note in her voice as she pushes off the desk. Her worried eyes move over me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," I reassure her, crossing the room to her side. The moment I do, I tip a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "I wanted to look at your beautiful face again."
Her lips part. I can see the confusion on her face as she tries to understand why I'm here in her office instead of at the clinic. "Oh, uh." She glances over at Riffin. "I didn't know you'd be back so early."
She's probably wondering just how much I heard of the conversation. Of Riffin threatening her. Of Bee confessing her love for me and how she's keeping it to herself because she wants everyone to think the best of me.
You cannot sabotage this, she'd said to Riffin desperately.
Such foolishness. As if I have ever cared about the opinions of anyone except her. She worries that her affection for me—her love—will prevent anyone from trusting that I am reformed. When will she realize that doesn't matter if I don't have her? That I do not care what happens to me if I am not with her?
So I smile down at my sweet, small, worried mate. I run my thumb along the line of her rounded jaw…and then I grab her by the hips and haul her up onto the desk.
"Victor?" Bee asks, confused as she sits atop it. "What are you doing?"
"I am sabotaging things," I say, and step between her thighs. When she looks up at me, I slip my hand between her thighs and press my thumb at the spot where her clit peeks out from her folds.
Her lips part in surprise, and I duck down and capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. Near the window, Riffin makes a sound of disgust, but Bee goes soft under me. The scent of her drifts through the air, and I slick my tongue over hers in a silent promise. I lift my lips from her mouth and she gives me a dazed stare.
"I love you, too," I murmur. "Lean back for me."
She does so automatically, her hands bracing on the desk as she tilts her body backward. It makes those gorgeous, large teats of hers push out, but I'm more interested in something a little more showy. I drop to my knees in front of her, hitch her legs over the edge of the desk and onto my shoulders, and bury my face between her clothed legs.
Bee whimpers, her entire body trembling, because she knows what comes next. Her body floods with arousal, and I lick her through the fabric, my tongue pressing hard against her seam.
"What are you doing?" Riffin demands, his scent one of disgust, his voice full of panic. "Let her go."
I lift my head, running one tusk along the inside of Bee's thigh. "Do you want me to let you go?"
She swallows hard, then shakes her head. Her hand goes to my mane, and she curls her fingers in the strands, holding on tight. She's silently giving me permission, and my heart swells with pride. My female. Mine.
"What are you doing?" Riffin asks sharply again, taking a step forward.
I glance over at him, rubbing my tusk along the inside of her thigh again. "I'm sabotaging things. Did you want to watch me claim my mate on this desk? Because I assure you, your presence is not going to stop me."
Riffin makes a wordless protest, staring at me in horror. I turn back to Bee and nuzzle her cunt again, rasping my tongue along the seam of her trou so it pushes against her sensitive skin. Her breath catches, and even though she's trying to be quiet, a needy little sound escapes her.
