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“Never again,” Rey rasped as he struggled with his belt and hurried fingers.
“What?” Drowning in the sudden explosion of the bond as Rey loosened the strangling grip upon it, she had no idea what he meant. Devin arched and curled her fingers in his hair, his urgent need slipping through her veins until all she wanted was his touch.
“You don’t belong here, sweetheart,” Rey snarled against her neck, ripping at the short hem of her skirt as the doors opened. Ignoring the muffled gasp of someone behind them, Rey pulled Devin closer. Storming down the hall past a tight knot of bodies, he slammed through the door into his office, the wood vibrating with the force of him closing it. “Too good. You’re too good for all of this.”
She couldn’t respond, not while he muffled his roar in her breasts when he touched the proof of her willingness, delving between slick folds to grind at her clit. Two cruel, thick fingers thrust inside her, their savage rhythm giving Devin no time to adjust. Rational thought abandoned her. Pure, unadulterated lust flared through her chest, radiating down her limbs, until Devin was sure she glowed. Her small hand gripped his wrist with a needy whine, tugging at him for more. She clenched her other hand close to his scalp, angling his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss.
They both snarled at the perfunctory knock at the door, Devin voicing a growl as Beau opened the door just enough to allow his immense body to slip inside.
“Up, up, up,” he hissed, three swift strides bringing him to where Rey bent Devin backwards over the desk. “The Russians are two seconds behind me. Come on, get up!”
“They’ll smell—”
“No time,” Beau ground out, grabbing Devin’s wrist and hauling her behind the desk. Palm against her nape, the weight of it pushed her to kneel. “Mess that lipstick up, baby.”
Devin blinked fast, everything a maddening whirl inside the confines of her skull, ricocheting around with too much stimuli. When she took too long, Beau leaned down as Rey rushed to right his clothes. She bit his thumb as he swiped it against her lips. Hard.
“You’re going to pay for that later.” Beau sucked his thumb clean, lips pulling into a grimace at the taste of waxy pigment.
Rey fell into the rolling chair, angling it so Devin was between his knees. Grabbing her hair, he tousled the artful fall of her curls and urged her forward in a single move.
Not a moment too soon.
It wasn’t just the Russians Beau greeted, but Caivano and another. Not the Anthony Caivano she’d seen at the house briefly, but another one. Giacomo, the Alpha that held a small, but productive territory. Devin didn’t care after one of them made an appreciative rumble. Her only goal was to fling herself against Rey, arms locked tight around his hips as she buried her face in the cool recesses beneath his jacket.
The smell of her slick was thick in the air, the sugary tang unmistakable. Strange males were far too close to her, the interrupted pleasure still searing through her. Body hot and cold by turns, she just wanted to get the hell out of there.
“We are sorry to interrupt,” Volkov said, one of the chairs moaning its grievances as the massive male sat. “I know we agreed to speak on this further, but I wish to do so now. It is inconvenient for me to be here, you understand.”
“We’ve heard of your troubles,” Rey agreed with a dismissive pat to Devin’s head. “I hope we can come to an agreement so that all this spectacle isn’t necessary again.”
Morozov grunted, the second chair bearing up better against his weight as he, too, sat. “Not troubles. Annoyance.”
“We’ve all dealt with an upstart or three, haven’t we, gentleman,” Caivano murmured, the steady fall of his footsteps bringing him too close for Devin’s comfort.
“We’d prefer to do this in private…”
“I have a feeling this is of interest to the Caivano territory. I’ll stay, if it’s all the same.”
Volkov shifted in his chair, the tortured thing moaning. “So be it. You, Santini, have a purpose here?”
“Actually, I need to speak with you and Morozov, but now I’m thinking it’s for the same purpose Caivano wants in on this,” Santini mused.
There was no way she would sit there on her knees between Rey’s thighs as they continued that Gods awful meeting. She couldn’t stand it. Gathering her courage to her breast, Devin sat up on her knees only to be shoved back down by Rey’s implacable grip on her neck. Pushing at her until he smashed Devin’s face against his lap.
“You can continue if you so wish,” Morozov murmured into the strained quiet that fell over them after Devin whined low in her throat.
“She’s his mate, idiot,” Volkov muttered with a slap of his hand against heavy wool.
“What is so important you need to speak now,” Rey asked, a dangerous growl threading through his words. Controlling his next exhale, he twitched a shoulder in a shrug. “I’d like to get all of your concerns resolved so we can move forward.”
“Of course, we have intruded upon your time. I will be brief. We are not so close as the others. We need reassurances.”
“Mr. Kahler can’t guarantee the safety of your shipments until they reach his borders.”
“Da, of course. But if he was willing to take part in the transportation of our product, we would be… pleased to impart a portion of our profits,” Volkov said, tone and accent gruff as he requested aid in the most subtle way he could.
It didn’t go unnoticed. Caivano scoffed. Devin knew it was him by how near it was, the sigh of a suit a mere foot away from her. Turning her head, she saw a glimpse of shiny wingtips in the gap between desk and floor. The bastard was leaning against it, facing the other three as if his lot was in with Rey and Beau’s.
