Not just any woman.
Mywoman.
Mymate.
The pull to her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, the magic sizzling between us.
She’s a shifter with long red hair, green eyes, and the cutest splatter of freckles on her nose. She has a curvy body that I won’t have to be careful with when I fuck her and heart-shaped lips that I want to see wrapped around my cock.
She’s fucking phenomenal.
And she’s the best baker in the kingdom.
And I love to fucking eat.
I’ll start with her little pussy, and then move to one of those little cherry cheesecakes.
“Peach?” I rasp, and she nods, swallowing hard.
“You’re my… my mate?” she asks, brows pulling together. She steps around the counter and walks over to me, reaching up to touch my face. “Who are you?”
“Salem,” I tell her, kissing her fingers before sucking one into my mouth.
Too soon?I’m not known for being subtle.
“Salem?”
I nod, licking my lips.
Fuck, I like my name on her mouth.
I want her mouth somewhere else.
Her brows raise. She must recognize my name because she steps back from me.
I don’t like it.
“Please leave, Salem,” she whispers, and I frown.
“Why, what’s wrong?” I ask.
My mate is rejecting me?
“You tortured my brother. You don’t remember?” she asks, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.
Before I can admit I don’t know who her brother is, and she’s going to need to be more specific because I’ve tortured more people than I can remember, she zips away, leaving her business trying to get away from me.
Shrugging, I help myself to the cherry cheesecake.
She’s coming home with me whether she wants to or not.
Because one thing about me?
Ilikethe chase.
And the cheesecake?
Fucking perfect.
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