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head. “Are just so cute, I can’t help but allow my Vyla to keep making them.”
     
    After a final cuddle and a scratch around the ears, I put the kitten down. The second my touch left it, it screamed bloody murder. I quickly scooped it back up and she settled against my chest, purring loudly. “Christ! What’s wrong with it?”
     
    “Oh nothing, she’s just pissed at you for putting her down. You’ll get used to it though, they can be quite bossy.”
     
    Back up a second!
     
    “What do you mean, I’ll get used to it?” I asked slowly.
     
    “What do you think I mean?” Briar asked, looking at me as if I should be riding the short bus. “You are taking it home with you, aren’t you?”
     
    “Taking it home?” I repeated.
     
    “It has chosen you.” Zia said, rubbing the kitten’s head. “Hope you like cats because you are stuck with this one.”
     
    I giggled as the kitten nestled into my neck. “It’s chosen me?”
     
    “These cats are special,” Briar said. “Once they’ve chosen you there’s no getting rid of them. Even if you didn’t take her she would have found you.”
     
    “You’re pulling my leg, right?” I asked, full of suspicion.
     
    Briar’s look was dead serious. “No.” She leaned in. “You didn’t think witches were the only ones with magical powers, did you?”
     
    I could only shake my head and laugh. I glanced back to the kitty, who was presently nuzzling into my jaw, rubbing her scent all over me. “I’ll call you Willow.”
     

 

     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    The hot water ran down my face. Mist rose high above me as dew beads ran the length of the clear shower curtain mounted around my antique, pearl white clawfoot tub.
     
    Willow had settled on the white iron bed sleeping soundly. She claimed that spot the second we walked in, made herself right at home.
     
    Thankfully, I was used to having cats around. Our farm in Carson City was their safe haven. Gloria never could let a stray go hungry. But I’d never grown attached to the mangy things. Willow was different and I couldn’t deny I wasn’t tickled to have her.
     
    Grasping onto the shower rod, I leaned in and allowed the water to run down my back when suddenly a hard, warm body closed in around mine.
     
    Kyden’s excitement to see me was quite evident as it poked into my lower back. He ran his hands up my arms, and leaned down to kiss the nape of my neck.
     
    “The assignment went well I see,” I purred, raising my head and leaning back into his erection. God, he could arouse me just by being nearing him. Foreplay sounded great—sometimes we were patient enough to have it. Other times, we just craved each other too much to wait.
     
    Fighting did one thing to Kyden—got him standing at attention in a second flat. He told me once it wasn’t the kill that did it for him, it was the surge of strength and power he felt when it was over. No matter what it was, I was glad for it—reaping the benefits was never disappointing.
     
    “It did.” His purr equaled mine as he laid soft butterfly kisses along my neck. “Newly made vampire in bloodlust—nothing out of the ordinary.”
     
    My eyes closed of their own accord as his plush lips tickled all the right places. My stomach clenched, my lips parted and a small moan of pleasure escaped them.
     
    Apparently, that little sound had tipped the scale from aroused to damn right urgent. He spun me around and my stomach clenched at the sight of him. His wet bronze skin just nearly had me flinging myself at him. Instead, I grabbed his erection in my hand and tugged until he moaned against my movements. With each long stroke, the warm water provided an added sensation that I could see. His eyes grew darker. His face swept away with passion.
     
    He drew in a loud sharp breath, grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him. “I cannot prepare you. I need you. Now.”
     
    “I’m ready…” Before I could finish, he slammed me—rough but