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I sucked in a breath at the massive presence of him. I’d forgotten how big he was, and the dreams had screwed with my mind. Reeling a bit, I tried to reign myself in. “What’s up?”

Did that sound cool?

Did people even say “what’s up” anymore?

I had no idea.

It took effort not to cringe.

“What are you doing?” The red in his eyes brought my mind back to his demonic form, and my toes curled.

I needed help. Serious help.

Was there such a thing as an intervention for women who accidentally ended up mated to a demon? I had to google that.

“Needed my phone.” I lifted my purse as evidence.

“Where are your clothes?”

I would’ve expected him to ask me to strip more, not to tell me to cover up.

“I forgot to put them on, clearly.” I forced myself to stand up straighter. It wasn’t like I’d tried to put on a show for his brothers; I legitimately forgot to get dressed. “It was a long night.”

“Clearly. You’re dripping in lust, Tater-tot.” He squeezed my hip lightly. “I forgot to warn you about the dreams.”

“What dreams?” I answered too quickly, my face flushing.

I really wasn’t a kinky or lusty person in most situations. I hadn’t had sex with a guy in… two years? Three? Not since I’d been out of culinary school. It had just seemed like so much effort, and the payoff wasn’t worth it.

“Hungry demons unconsciously project their desires to the people around them while they sleep.”

“Oh.Thosedreams.”

There was a flicker of heat in his eyes. “Yes. I can see my magic got you worked up.”

“No comment.” I brushed hair out of my eyes.

His eyes gleamed wickedly. “I put a vibrator in the bathroom, and one in both of our nightstands. Just in case.”

“Just in case I climb into your bed by accident while horny?” I drawled.

He grinned. “Exactly. If I’m not already up here, let me know that you’re going to use it and I’ll stick around and feed.”

Because that wasn’t awkward at all.

“What party are you talking about?” I gestured to the stairs, in the general direction of his brothers.

“It’s traditional for a demon to throw a large celebration after he or she takes a mate. My mother has taken it upon herself to throw ours. We typically stay at a resort someone owns, and spend a whole weekend drinking and dancing.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “And your mom managed to find my parents and invite them tothat?”

“Unfortunately.” He ran a hand through his waves. “I called her while you were asleep and tried to talk her down, but had no luck. She thinks prison addled my brain.”

“It did,” I pointed out.

“She doesn’t need to know that.”

I let out a puff of air. “I’m not close with my family, Rafe.”

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