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He’s not only half-hard, though. Oh, no. He’s completely sprung, and I take in his erection for a moment, gauging just how good it’s going to feel once I let him slide that sucker home inside of me before I decide that, yup, I’m going to find out just what he tastes like first.

TWELVE

FOREVER

“Kate—”

Whatever smart ass comment Vincent is about to make disappears when I sink to my knees in front of him. For the second time tonight, I’ve managed to render the warlock speechless.

Huh. I think I could get used to this, especially when the next time he speaks, it’s to hiss out my name as I grab him by the base of his cock and slip the head of it between my lips.

A groan replaces the hiss. His fingers go straight to my hair, holding me in place as he gets use to the sensation of my tongue swiping alongside the side of his shaft. I find the thickest vein, trailing it with the tip, waiting for him to stop squeezing me all while I think: thank goodness that, in this form, Vincent doesn’t have claws.

The big man shudders after a moment, and he loosens his grip. Taking that as a sign that I can go back to work, I hollow my cheeks and suck.

“Fuck me,” he grates, going up on the balls of his feet before he slaps them back down on the bedroom floor.

I let his cock slip out from between my damp lips, smiling sweetly up at him. “Let me finish this first, baby, and then I’ll be happy to.”

“Take your time. I… shit. I feel like my cock’s one of those lollipops you were sucking on this morning. Do you know how badly I fantasized about you doing that to me… and I never thought⁠—”

“Vincent, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re distracting me.” And if he keeps talking like that, I might just blurt out that a perverse part of me picked the lollipop out of the candy bucket to suck on between customers because I was imagining it was him…

“Oh. Sorry. Carry on.”

I giggle. “Of course, your majesty.”

He growls, and I decided that the best way to make him pay for his arrogance is to show him just how much he really is at my mercy.

Now, I had every intention of letting him blow his load once, take some time to recover, then I was going to do something about this pesky ‘we’re not mates until we have sex and finalize the supernatural mate bond’ thing. That was my plan, but, somewhere along the way, Vincent decides he’s had enough of letting me torment him.

One second I’m in control. The next? He slips his hands under my arms, lifts me up, and lays me out on the bed so that I’m flat on my back. Another magic spell and, whoops, now I’m naked, too.

Good. The way I’m craving my mate, I don’t think I could spare the time to strip down, I want him that badly.

You’d think I was charmed. That I was under a spell. Not likely. I know Vincent is a warlock, but whenever I let myself off the chain, good girl Kate Bellamy becomes a desperate, wanton creature. I like sex. Fucking Vincent within a day of meeting him… that’s very much something I would do if I was attracted to him. It’s just that, over the past few years, I’ve turned my obsessions toward creating the best pies I could, and when I did? Sometimes that was better than sex.

Of course, now I’m having actual sex, and I’m beginning to think I was crazy to even suggest they could compare.

Or maybe it’s because it’s Vincent. It’s my mate. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t drawn to him from the moment I saw his face—and other parts of his anatomy. To think I was having a weird sex dream… that was very much on brand for me.

Only it’s not a dream. This is really happening.

And I can’t fucking wait.

Luckily for me, before I can prop myself up on my elbows, Vincent joins me on the bed. He crawls over me with the same predatory grace I’ve seen a thousand times from Mr. Whiskers while he’s pouncing on his mousie toys, only there is nothing remotely feline about the heat in his eyes now. He’s pure unadulterated male, and all I see is need as he scoots back, plopping down so that his mouth is hovering right over my pussy.

He gently takes one of my thighs in each of his hands, easing my legs apart until I’m completely open to him. He whimpers… and I mean whimpers… when he gets his first look at me.

Vincent ducks his head. He starts peppering kisses near my navel, purring softly in a way that I thought would disappear now that the curse is broken—but, hell, if I’m not glad that he hasn’t. The slight vibration from him as his lips caress my skin has me trembling in place, seconds away from begging him to stop teasing me. And I know I was teasing him. I was trying to make his first time memorable. But the way he’s kissing me… I’m ready for him to climb on top of me and make me his.

I am. Vincent… he has something else in mind.

“I’m not a cat anymore,” he murmurs, kissing his way lower, “but I still want to lap at your cream.”