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Jonas grimaced as he shot Mercury an amused glance. The smell of Ria’s heat, the sweet scent of hunger and need, filled the small office space, and Jonas’s presence, his ability to smell it, rankled Mercury’s possessiveness.
When she turned back to them, Jonas’s gaze shot to her breasts. Mercury gave a small, almost silent growl of warning before Jonas turned away again, grinning.
Mercury turned back to look at her and nearly groaned. That damned crimson top he just had to see her wearing. It cupped her breasts like a lover’s hand, and beneath the material, beneath the bra she wore under it, the imprint of hard little nipples could be clearly seen.
He turned back to Jonas. “I’ll be here with her.”
“You’re out of uniform.” Jonas cleared his throat before turning back.
Ria gave a delicate, mocking sniff to that comment.
“Mercury decided he didn’t like my clothes last night,” she drawled sarcastically. “He shredded everything I owned. So I shredded his.”
Both uniforms actually. Mercury would have been enraged at the sight of his uniform in pieces like that only weeks before. His uniform, his position, had defined him. Now he’d found something much more interesting to involve himself in than the uniform that proclaimed his rank.
“I’m sure I could find an article in Breed Law to make that grounds for some kind of punitive measure,” Jonas grunted. “Could you two refrain from destroying each other’s clothes? At least until we have things figured out here.”
Ria gave them both a dark glare.
“Why don’t both of you find something else to do and let me work here?” She gave Mercury a pointed stare.
“I’m sure I can keep from bothering you,” he promised her.
Jonas sighed. “Damned mating heat. Lawe is threatening to join a monastery and Rule’s threatening to quit. Why don’t you two try to show the younger guys it can be fun instead of taking a note out of everyone else’s books and letting it drive you insane?”
“I’m as sane as I ever was.” Mercury shrugged.
“That’s such a frightening thought,” Ria muttered, and he almost chuckled. He would have, but he could tell her temper was rising with her heat.
“I’ll leave you two to it then.” Jonas cleared his throat again and opened the door to step out. “Have fun, kids.”
The door closed behind him, leaving them confined, trapped within the scent of Ria’s growing arousal, and her growing confusion.
She jerked several files from the table, stalked to her desk and slapped them on top of it before sitting down.
Mercury locked the door. Just in case she decided to get frisky. Or he did.
“Let her touch you in front of me again and I’ll rip both your hands off.” Her eyes shot chocolate fire across the desk.
Mercury arched his brow. “Who?”
“You know who,” she told him, her voice clipped, precise. “Whatever you do, Mercury, however this turns out. Don’t let me see her touch you, because I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
He kept his grin to himself. There she was. His woman. All attitude and fire and heated arousal. He nodded slowly, picked up his magazine and pretended to read it. He’d been reading the damned thing a month now. He still didn’t know a single article in it.
“And it would help you to read that magazine if you turned it right side up,” she said carefully. “If you’re just going to pretend to read it, then pretend with at least a show of decorum.”
He grinned behind the magazine. But he didn’t turn it right side up. And here he’d thought she hadn’t noticed.
CHAPTER 23
Ria hadn’t imagined the agony of need Elizabeth Vanderale had once described to her as she explained mating heat. She couldn’t have understood, she told herself later, feeling her womb spasming violently as a fire burned just under her flesh.
Sitting at her desk, her thighs clenched, her clit throbbing in heavy demand, Ria knew she was on the verge of screaming for relief.
She glanced through the screen of her lashes to where Mercury sat across from her. The comfortable easy chair that had been in the corner of the room for him held his large body easily. He was sprawled out in it, his long legs stretched out before him, the bulge between his legs thick and pressing against the black leather pants. His T-shirt conformed to the rippling muscles of his abs, and as she watched, those muscles bunched, his thighs shifted and she could have sworn his cock throbbed beneath the leather.
Moving up, her eyes finally met his. His eyes were brilliant with hunger. The sharp, crisp blue almost flamed within his dark face as he watched her. Yet he hadn’t tried to touch her. Each time she walked by him to get more files, she prayed to find him against her, to have him reach out for her. She wanted him with a violence that was beginning to eat away at her nerves, but other than the bulge straining at his pants, he showed no signs of the same hunger eating him alive.
