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“It’s almost like we’re real people.”

“Exceedingly, wonderfully real.”

“If we were human, it’s almost like we really did get married.”

“If we were human, I’d marry you in a second, but I much prefer you as wolf.” Hunter dipped his head toward Willa, his lips edging close to hers. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Hunter’s lips crashed onto hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Passion threaded through him as she kissed him back and his wolf growled, seeking his mate. His cock stood at attention as she rubbed her body against his. Jesus, she’s fucking incredible. No, no, no. Not yet. Dinner. Feed her. Get through dinner. Stop acting like an animal.

Willa laughed into their kiss, and as he slowly pulled his lips from hers, their foreheads touched.

“Dinner?” she smiled.

“Do you see what you do to me? I’ve lost my head.”

“Don’t do that now. I need both.” She winked. “Hmm…what is that smell?”

“What? Oh yeah…that. Food. Real food.”

“I’m starving. I think we should eat quickly because I don’t think we’re going to get through dinner.”

“I’m not sure where Viktor…”

“You called?” the vampire materialized before them, holding a massive-sized golden giftbag in the air. He glanced up at the balloons. “Awesome, aren’t they? I missed my calling.”

“What are you doing here?” Hunter asked. “Can’t you see we’re on our date?”

He laughed. “Well yes. But it’s not a party without me. They do say the best things in life are free.”

“They do,” Willa agreed with a small laugh. “Thank you for all of this. It’s quite lovely.”

“You’re welcome, princess.” Viktor held the bag up into the air. “Congratulations on your…mating. Weddings always make me cry.”

Willa accepted the gift as he handed it to her.

“Weddings are for humans,” Hunter told him.

“Who’s to say they get all the fun? I was married once and I…” Viktor’s words trailed into silence, and he took off toward the kitchen.

“What was that about?” Willa asked Hunter.

“I don’t know. He spends all this time denying his humanity. Perhaps he misses it more than he lets on.”

“I feel his sadness.” Willa wrapped her arms around herself.

Hunter gave a closed smile, his gut tightening at her statement. He’d drank her blood. No matter his denial, he’d created a small bond with Willa.

“Whoever he married, he must have loved her,” she guessed. “The sadness. He hides it. I’m worried about him.”

“He’s going to be okay. Let’s just focus on us tonight. He did this for us. For you. We deserve a little celebration.” Hunter smiled.

Two servers came scurrying out of the kitchen, placing steaming dishes of food onto the table. A loud pop sounded, and they began pouring champagne.

“Bon appétit,” Viktor cheerfully declared as he entered the dining room, wearing a white chef’s hat. Both Hunter and Willa stared up at him wearing a look of surprise. “What?”

“What’s with the…” Hunter gestured to his head, “get up?”