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No wonder my mouth won’t stop watering while my instincts scream to lick his scent from his skin.

If that doesn’t help, I should definitely convince him to let me suck him off.

He can come on my tongue…or my tits.

I’m not picky.

It would only be one extra step to scoop it off my skin and get it to my taste buds.

A painful wave of cramps slams through my abdomen, causing a low moan to escape my lips.

“Little one, tell me what to do,” Bear says, his tone laced with concern.

“You’re supposed to take me to your house, so I can nest,” I blurt out before I can hold back the words. My lips part as I stare up at his expressive eyes. “That’s what I want to do. You can snuggle with me…”

Bear doesn’t blink as he studies my face. He gives a clipped nod, and I finally feel like I can breathe.

“Thank God,” I whisper. “I think I would have burst into tears if you said no.”

He chuckles. “Oh, little one, like I could deny you anything.”

Chapter Twelve

Thorne

Merry motherfucking Christmas to me. The day itself might be four or five days away—probably four, since it must be after midnight—but scenting Lennox’s arousal is all the gift I need.

Well, that and her delicious little body pressed to mine every day for the rest of eternity.

It’s an easy enough process to dispose of the fuckwads.

The taller of the two rouses as I’m dragging him out the back door, but a quick kick to his skull does the job.

I ensure he’s breathing before going back for his jackass friend. Once he’s tossed on top of the other guy, I close the door. I’ve already ensured it can’t be opened from the outside.

My lip burns from where the shorter guy got in a solid hit, but very little could derail my mood.

Rocking back on my boots, my head tilts as the massive alpha exits his office.

I heard Lennox call him Bear, which is strangely fitting. He’s taller than even I am, with a thick build that speaks to sheer physical power.

The chatty waitress I got stuck with gave me a quick recap of what happened last night. At least, the version that was told to her by the security guy.

Truthfully, Lennox is unpredictable. She’s always been a bit of a wild card. I wouldn’t be shocked if she was trying to find someone to hook up with last night.

Only, the owner interceded.

His eyes narrow when he spots me.

Everything is so fucked.

There was a time when I had no doubts that Lennox would choose me over anyone else.

Those days are long gone.

“She’s feverish.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I need to help close up and make a sign. Dry Dock is officially closed until New Year’s Eve.”

“Would you like help?” I ask, trying to determine why he’s telling me this.

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