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“Why should I? You’ve strung along a line of admirers every time I leave you. It’s the least you deserve.”

Growling like an angry kitten, she flipped with a speed I didn’t anticipate and tackled me against the side of the passenger door. Unlucky for her, the car stopped a while ago and Rex opened the door, making us both tumble out in a tangle of limbs.

She managed to end up on top of me and slapped my face. Rex left us grappling on the ground until I pinned her beneath me with her hands to either side of her beautiful head.

“You know, it’s not becoming of a lady to act like a youngling in front of her servants,” I taunted.

“You’re a fucking jerk.”

I leaned in and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself. She moaned and ground her pussy against my erection, making me groan. We both teased the other to the point of madness—it seemed I'd met my match for once, one who was also a glutton for punishment.

Right when I was about to come in my pants, my hands twisted down her front and inside her pussy, rubbing the top of her cunt from the inside until she mewled against my mouth. I bit her tongue and we both kissed until someone cleared their throat behind us.

“I left and got shit done while you were… distracted.”

I’m sure Rex was enjoying the show. Who was I to deprive him of one? “Good.”

Rex cleared his throat again, one of his wolves sniffing around Valka. I growled and elbowed the beast, making him yowl in pain, skittering backward.

“Was that really necessary?” Rex asked on a growl.

I sighed, giving Valka one last, long kiss before getting to my feet and pulling her up to hers.

I brushed her hair and combed my fingers through it.

“You both make me want to gag,” Rex threw out.

“You like that shit from what I hear.”

The silence was deafening, thick enough to suffocate a vampire. The wolf growled for a few moments before it quieted down.

“Miss Valka!” one of the servants cried out, running toward us.

He was a lanky human. I lifted my eyebrows and wondered what the hell William Cromwell was thinking when he took in all these weaklings.

“Yes?” Her demure voice didn’t escape my notice. I stared at the boy longer.

“You received a message while you were gone.” He stuck his hand out nervously with a piece of paper in his grasp.

“Who the hell still writes messages?” she grumbled.

“If you opened it, you would find out.”

She glared at me, and I smiled back. Like the good little kitten she was, she opened it and read it out loud.

I need a word with you.

Mother.

ChapterThirteen

Valka

What did she want?

The moment the thought passed through my mind was the moment a car could be heard pulling up our drive.

We all turned to see it pull in beside ours and the back passenger door opening before the engine could cut off.

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