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to save his ass from getting kicked or torn apart and fed to the birds.

Good thing Kosta still had an arm holding Helena back, because she literally snarled at the group of assholes as they walked away. Fuck, that was sexy as hell.

Kosta glanced at her and grinned. “You two have had enough fun for the night. Get on out of here, Helena, and take your bodyguard home with you.”

“He's not my bodyguard.” The adrenaline was still pumping through her system and she was scratching for a fight.

Aleksei knew the feeling. The best way to burn off that zing of battle buzz was to get down and dirty. There was no more pretending the two of them had nothing more than this fake relationship going on. Even Kosta and Niko could see that Helena was his.

If she didn't want to take him home with her, he would throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to his cabin. Either way, he was marking and claiming her tonight.

Then he was fucking both their brains out.

Did that make him a Neanderthal Wolf? Why, yes, yes it did. If that was how he could keep his mate safe and under his protection, he was okay with that.

Helena wasn't having it. “I haven’t finished my shift and I'm not letting those schmoes ruin my bottom line for the night.”

Kosta did nothing more than raise an eyebrow. Not at Helena but at Aleksei. That was a 'what are you gonna do about your girl' look, if ever he'd seen one.

Fine. Over the shoulder it was. Aleksei picked Helena up caveman style with her ass right next to his face. “You let me worry about your bottom.”

“Hey. You put me down. Aleksei.” She squealed and kicked her feet, she even pounded on his back with her adorable fists. “You don't know squat about my bottom line.”

“Oh, lisichka. I've had daydreams and wet dreams about this sweet ass.” Just to make sure she understood exactly what kind of dreams he meant, Aleksei gave her butt a swat and let his hand linger there for a nice long time. The sooner he could get her alone, and naked, the better.

He headed straight for the door that led to the back of the house where the break room and offices were situated. He'd rather have privacy to claim his mate, but her office would have to do. This fake relationship crap was over, and he would claim her right here and right now.

When they entered the back hallway, Helena quit trying to get away. “Where do you think you're taking me?”

“Somewhere we can be alone. You and me, with nothing between us. Including your clothes.” He was already having visions of pressing her up against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist and—

“I am not getting naked with you here at work.”

Well, damn. She didn't say she didn't want to get naked with him somewhere else. “Fine. I'll take you home. Then you're mine.”

“Bossy much?” The tone of her voice was irritated, but the scent of her arousal was a dead giveaway.

She liked this possessive alpha side of him. It wasn't one he'd let out for a long time. But he couldn't contain it any longer. Not around her. “Yes.”

“Argh. I'm not going outside in booty shorts. It's friggin' cold out there.” She wriggled again trying to get down. “Let me get changed so I don't freeze to death.”

Oh, yeah. He'd definitely like to watch her change. “Fine. But I make no promises about keeping my hands off you while you do.”

“Horndog.”

Yep. Horny wolf, anyway. Aleksei pushed into her office and slid Helena down his body, relishing every second of her lush curves pressing against his hard lines. When she was standing face to face with him, the twinkle in her eyes told him she knew exactly what he'd been doing and how much she'd enjoyed it too.

She furrowed her brows and twirled a finger at him. “Turn around. You are not watching me change.”

Yes ma’am. He half turned anyway, just to appease her, but only because there was a mirror on every other wall in this room and he could see every inch of her body in the reflection no matter which way he looked. She wasn't even naked yet and his mouth was already watering.

“Hmph,” Helena grumped and grabbed a sweatshirt from her locker. “I know you can see me, butthead.”

Busted.

She pulled a pair of jeans on over the top of her shiny shorts. To