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“He’s yelling at me mentally—such a potty mouth.” I smile and stand. “Deli, it was nice to finally meet you.”

“Thank you again for the flowers. It was nice meeting you. Come back anytime, no matter what His Grouchyness says.”

I snicker and nod, heading to the door with a wave. Sending a go-ahead message to my impatient mate, I smile to myself as I head for my car. She’s an interesting feline, that’s for sure.

Taurus and I are in for a hell of a ride.

The Cat And The Bird Decide To Take A Leap

DELILAH

Sitting on the comforter in our bedroom, I wiggle my toes as I wait for him. I put this conversation off as long as I could because I expect him to laugh his ass off. Who wouldn’t? It’s ridiculous, even if you ask me.

Why am I telling him now?

Taurus is the only person I’ve been spending time with since we mated, and it’s unlikely that we’ll keep our hands off one another tonight. The drama the other night made me forget, but before we get frisky again, I need to tell him. Unfortunately, that means that we face an embarrassing problem that no one else in the Rift has to worry about: birth control.

TheUniverse is laughing at me.

Biting my thumbnail nervously, I give up on watching the clock and jump off the bed. I head to the bar and pour myself a hefty draught of his Macallan. Once I’m sitting on the bed again, I sip at it slowly. I’m not sure why my nerves are so jangled. He’s not going to drop off the face of the Earth; he’s my mate and he’d never leave me—even Talia said that.

Why am I shaking like a leaf?

That’s a good question, but I don’t have a chance to ponder it as he walks in. He grins broadly as he dives onto the bed headfirst to bury his face between my breasts. This is not conducive to a serious conversation. I run my fingers through his platinum locks fondly. Smiling down at him, I sigh when the contact calms me considerably. “Is that your face in my rack or are you happy to see me?”

He chuckles and undoes the few buttons I fastened, growling softly as he nuzzles the warm skin. “I can think of a few things I’d be happy to see.” He mumbles the sentence as his mouth drifts over me, sending a wave of warmth through my veins. The attention kick starts the rollercoaster of lust, making my skin heat and veins pulse with fire.

Tugging him upwards, I kiss him hungrily. Our bodies press together and I rumble in pleasure. He melts over me like a mink stole, making my brain misfire as the Beast takes over with a quick ferocity. All thoughts of serious conversation are completely erased because all I can feel, see, taste, touch, and smell is him. The drive to mate and to mark and rip into what’s mine is thrumming in every cell in my body. His clothes disappear and before long, I’m lapping tiny droplets from the scrape I’ve opened on his shoulder.

He lifts my thighs to drape over his hips and something clicks. I fight through the fog of desire and rasp, “Fuck.” Trying desperately to clear it enough to have a discussion, I clamp my thighs on his hips. It’s a struggle, but I work to maintain enough control that I can stop.

“That’s the plan,” he replies, his fangs grazing the scars on my neck.

That makes a hard shiver race down my spine and for a second, I’m lost again. Teeth send me off the deep end even without the biological imperative I’m presently operating under. His hips swivel against mine, and he realigns. Groaning, I suckin a deep breath and give him a shove, rolling us over so I can settle on his thighs. He gives me a puzzled look as I rest my forearms on his chest.

“Is something wrong, love?” he asks. He shakes off the ridges as his golden eyes blink up at me in confusion.

“Not wrong, per se,” I reply, suddenly uncomfortable again.

“Per se?” He arches a brow. “Isn’t that a way of saying something is wrong depending on how you look at it?”

“It’s not necessarily wrong.” I wrinkle my nose and bury my face in his chest as the flush creeps up my neck.

“Bollocks. The minx doesn’t burrow like a bunny if nothing is wrong,” he snorts, tipping my chin up.

I stick my tongue out at him. “Okay, fine. There might be this small thing. It was kind of unexpected…”

“Small? Unexpected? What in the bloody hell is going on, Sandwich?” His brows crease as he gives me a worried look.

Sighing, I mumble, “I got a call from the lab today.”

He pushes up on his elbows, staring at me. “And?”

“It’s—I’m…” I wrinkle my nose again, suddenly unable to vocalize anything. “Um, well, you see…”

“Spit it out, minx,” he growls, the edge in his voice softened by his hand stroking over my hair.

“I’m trying.” I pout, brow crinkling up. “This is embarrassing.”

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