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demanding more and more.

I leaned into Valentine, brushing my lips against his, and he captured my mouth in a possessive kiss. His tongue slipped through my parted lips and delved into me, devouring everything I had to offer. Still riding that glorious erection, I met Valentine’s tongue stroke for stroke, moaning each time I lowered myself onto his thick length and my swollen nub ground against his pubic bone.

As the kiss heated toward boiling point, so did the pleasure swirling around our joined bodies until it felt like my core had been reduced to molten ecstasy. Valentine’s kisses were bold, possessive, adding fuel to the furnace in my core and sending me hurtling toward a climax.

His hands tightened around my ass cheeks, and he thrust into me with long, hard strokes that intensified the friction and rubbed against a spot that sent tiny explosions of stars behind my eyes.

I cried out, but Valentine swallowed the sound of my pleasure with his kiss.

Sweat gathered on my brow, as the pressure built until it edged the tightrope between pleasure and pain. I tried to pull away, to ease off, but Valentine’s eyes glowed red, indicating that he was ready to feed.

Anticipation skittered up my spine. This was going to be explosive.

With a warning growl, he released my lips and sank his fangs into my neck. All the pleasure building up around my core erupted into spasms upon spasms of ecstasy. I couldn’t stop convulsing around his girth, couldn’t stop moaning. Valentine continued those merciless thrusts, holding me steady as he drank.

This time, there was no surge of cold liquid—just the heat of my orgasm and the organ swelling around my quivering core. With a hard thrust that made my eyes roll to the back of my head, he roared his climax in an explosion of warm fluid.

My own orgasm continued just as fiercely, not stopping when I slumped against his shoulder, panting through my parted lips. My heart clattered faster than a pair of tap shoes, overtaking the rapid tremor of my climax.

“What have you done to me?” I moaned.

“You enjoyed it more than you thought,” Valentine said through his mouthful of neck. He shallowed his thrusts, rolling his hips, as my orgasm continued.

The audience exploded in a round of applause that snapped me out of my stupor. An attack of paranoia made me wonder if they were clapping for me.

As much as I wanted to turn around to confirm my suspicions, Valentine held me in place, his fangs remaining deep within my throat. Even through the claps and cheers and wolf-whistles, my ears filled with the sound of his gulping.

I melted around his hard body, feeling too safe in his embrace and too sated to even care. My eyes fluttered shut. That had been one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life, and it was too late to have regrets.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, I awoke to a throbbing headache and the scrape of a rough tongue against the side of my face. Sunlight streamed through my eyelids, making everything feel a hundred times worse.

Memories of last night blurred after the blood loss and imbibing too much of that bubbly drink, but I was sure Valentine and I had sex in the back of the limousine. Whatever else happened that evening at Gourmande must have gone well because I was still alive.

The tongue moved on to my hair, making me wonder what kind of predicament Valentine had gotten me into this time. I raised a hand to push the vampire off, but my fingers sank into warm fur.

My eyes snapped open. I rolled onto my back to meet the jewel-green gaze of the largest and cutest leopard in existence.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains of the four-poster, bringing out the golden highlights in his fur. The whiskers on the sides of his face glowed brighter than candle flames, making me wonder if this was part of a thrall-induced vision.

“Macavity?” I blinked several times, trying to focus.

He drew back to his side of the bed, making a low meow that sounded more like a growl. It was only when his large paws upset the mattress that I remembered that Valentine hadn’t given me any thrall the night before, and the leopard really was in bed with me.

“How did you get inside?” I rasped.

Macavity flicked his head toward the door.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. My brain wasn’t working because part of me was expecting a full answer. After rephrasing what I really wanted to ask, I opened my eyes again, meeting his curious gaze.

“Did Valentine bring you inside?”

He nodded.

“Right.”

I raised myself up to sitting, propping my upper body against the cushions. The last time I saw Macavity, he ran away from Valentine, making me wonder if the hellcat knew he was under the control of an enemy. It looked like they were friends again.

“Did Valentine explain why?” I asked.

Macavity flinched, and his ear rotated toward the door. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a Bengal cat.

“Did you hear something?”

He flicked his head toward the exit.

A knock sounded on the door, then it creaked open. Martika from yesterday stood in the hallway, clad in a denim minidress that showcased her slender figure. Her red curls lay in a tangle across her freckled features, looking like she’d been out in the wind.

My cheeks heated. She probably saw me ride Valentine in the booth.

“Our Lord wants you downstairs,” she said with a wide grin.

My muscles stiffened. I’d hoped my display of obedience had proven to Kresnik that I wasn’t going to interfere with his quest for power anymore, but maybe he didn’t want to give up on me until he stole back the phoenix flames.

“What does he want me for?” I asked.

“He didn’t say.” She raised a shoulder. “But a few others are getting their power assessed. Come down soon, alright? He isn’t in the best of moods.”

I sucked in a deep breath and swung

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