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It scared me to make that admission. Not that I had any doubt that Jack didn’t know.

“I’m so sorry, Claire,” Jack said, his voice gravelly. “I didn’t know.”

I shrugged. Most warlocks — at least the ones who didn’t work there — didn’t know what happened in the heat sickness wing of the hospital. Of course, humans didn’t know it even existed. It was perpetually glamoured and the only doctors on staff that knew of its existence were those who were witchkind themselves.

“At that point, I was so far gone that they finally had to sedate me. I don’t remember most of what happened after that, which is probably a good thing.

“They took care of me, though. To this day, I send the staff something on holidays. They were good to me.”

Truth was, I didn’t know how good they were to me. I only knew that I’d made it through unscathed, mostly, and that had been enough for me.

“I couldn’t take you then,” Jack said after we’d both grown quiet. “You were still too young. It was wrong what those bastards did to you. You still had years of growing up to do, and they took all that away from you.”

“The important thing,” I said, no longer wanting to talk about that night, “is that we’re both okay now. And for now, I have you.”

Jack was right about one thing. I deserved a better presentation. One that didn’t take place in a dirty old cabin after being threatened with years of being forced bonded with some asshole who wasn’t truly my mate. We wouldn’t get that back, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t make the best of the rest of our lives.

If only he would realize.

I looked up at him, finally able to meet his eyes. My body was already reacting to him. His nostrils flared, scenting the slick beginning to gather between my thighs.

“You’re insatiable,” he said, amusement in his voice. He reached down, his hand meeting with my clit. I hissed, but pulled his hand away, earning me a quizzical glare.

“Are you too sore?” he asked. I loved how concerned he was for me, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that I might not be ready for him. Not after I’d waited for him for so long.

“It’s not that. It’s just that I was promised something earlier and I intend to finish it.”

And with that, I bent forward, taking his cock into my mouth. He moaned as my tongue filled with the taste of him, spurring me on.

This warlock was mine for now. And I’d have him in every way possible.

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