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I stirred as Billie ended the call and set down her cell phone on the massive desk above my head. While I didn’t always join her at her oceanfront office in Cape Dawn, there was a certain time every month when being apart made my possessiveness flare up, almost to the point of madness.
Ovulation week, apparently.
Billie wasn’t opposed to being tackled on the forest trail before she could even reach our now modernized cabin, but it wasn’t ideal. We mutually decided it was better for my beast’s sanity—and her professional wardrobe—if I could bury myself inside her during lunch breaks instead.
Compromise is important to any relationship.
My mate’s blood red manicure tapped over her keyboard as she presumably sent instructions to her assistant before closing for the night.
Mags was another human mated to monsters—biblically accurate angels—and inhabited a restored church with them in nearby Bethlehem. She was also the first person I’d thought of when Billie’s business expanded to the point of needing extra help.
Live & Lurk in Maine was a word-of-mouth operation connecting the various supernatural creatures already living here with open-minded humans looking for employment, housing, and opportunities off the beaten path in the Pine Tree State.
Or, as Billie aptly coined it: “Strange Vacationland.”
She had to sell me on the idea first, which was a challenge. Besides being naturally suspicious of “away people,” I’d always believed I needed to keep my existence a secret from humans for my own safety. The idea of other supernaturals being exposed—and potentially put in danger—didn’t sit well with me.
Problem-solver that she was, Billie created an intense client vetting process that ensured no questionable humans with unsavory motives would gain access to vulnerable creatures. Properly convinced, I helped secure financial backing from some angel investors—the aforementioned mates of Billie’s assistant—while introducing my mate to any local creatures willing to welcome humans with open arms.
Or wings, paws, or fins.
Or… tentacles.
Billie shifted in the desk chair, parting her legs, and I groaned as her scent hit my nostrils. Although I nearly filled the space beneath her desk, I raised myself enough to slide my snout between her thighs—nudging her open.
“Babe,” she tutted. “I’ll be done in a minute if you’ll just—”
Her words ended on a gasp as I licked a wide swath up her center, soaking her underwear before gathering the tiny scrap of fabric in my teeth to rip away completely.
The better to eat you with.
Knowing from experience that it was easier to simply give in, Billie sighed indulgently and leaned back in her desk chair, spreading her legs wider for me to feast.
Good girl.
I had only begun circling her clit with my tongue when her phone rang.
“Shit. I need to take this, Oren. Just… just give me a minute.”
Not a chance.
Still, I settled back on my haunches, giving my mate the impression I was her obedient dog while she answered her cursed phone.
“Hey, Mags. Yeah, Dee’s the guy who sent the gift basket to thank us for the opportun—what? What do you mean, Kabaiel smelled something on the items in the basket?”
Silly human.
Even after all our time together—and with all the monster smut filling her Kindle—Billie still didn’t comprehend how vital scent was to creatures like us.
As my mate prattled on to her assistant about scheduling an in-person meeting with their weird-smelling client, I took a deep, indulgent inhale myself, growling low in response. Billie smelled tangy and earthy, with that hint of cherry blossom I’d since learned came from her myriad of hair products. But the most satisfying aroma was the one I’d left behind—when I filled her cunt with seed only a few hours earlier.
Mine.
There didn’t seem to be much chance of impregnating my mate, but my beast didn’t care. I wanted her, regardless of if we could reproduce or if I’d already claimed her multiple times today.
Or if she’s busy on a phone call.
I slid forward, fixing my predatory gaze on the dark patch of fragrant hair between her thighs as my target. Not wanting her to catch on before she was in my clutches, I dove back in, burying my snout in her cunt while wrapping my arms around the chair to trap her against me.
