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"Like what?"

She taps a finger to her lips. "Well, I think you shouldn't be able to get mad at me if I do something that is completely safe, but you might not think it's safe."

I raise my brow and narrow my eyes at her. "Such as?"

"When I practice my magic. It might look dangerous, but it's not… well, not for me," she says with a smirk.

"Fair enough. As long as you're being safe, I won't get mad at you for practicing."

"Thank you. It's important to me. I think your second rule should be the kissing rule."

I chuckle at that. "And what's the kissing rule?"

"That every time you leave me or when you see me again after we've been apart, you have to kiss me. The kissing rule," Sera smiles proudly.

"That's a rule I can definitely appreciate. I think it should be for both of us, though."

"Do I get to spank you if you break your rules?"

"Nope," I say, laughing.

She purses her lips. "Then that rule is only for you. I don't think there should be any more spankable rules unless they are for your sexy butt."

"No, I think we will definitely make that a spankable rule." I move in close, my lips brushing hers. "If you don't kiss me, I'll spank you right then and there while I kiss you senseless."

She licks her lips and nods. "Y-yeah… okay… mhm…"

I crash my lips to hers and kiss her like my life depends on it. Maybe it does.

Chapter Nine

Sera

Kael kisses me until my lungs are starved for oxygen and I'm lightheaded. I could kiss him forever. I love how special it makes me feel, and now that we're bonded, I can sense how much he wants me, which doubles the pleasure. It's amazing. He presses another soft kiss to my lips before pulling back.

"Your timer is going off."

I pout at our moment being over.

He playfully swats my ass, saying, "No pouting, little wolf."

I giggle and dance away from his reach. I check the honey-buns and happily hum at how good they look. I pull them from the oven and put them on the cooling rack. Both Kael and the Angry Chef, as I'm now going to call him, sidle up to the counter to smell the buns. I smile happily when both make a hungry sound. A petty part of me wants to deny the jerk chef the delicious treat, but I'm not petty, and I want him to like me so that he won't give me crap when I want to use the kitchen.

It takes me a few minutes to make the icing, which is the perfect amount of time for the buns to be cooled enough that the icing will melt perfectly without sliding off into a puddle. I drizzle the icing and plate up three of the treats. The Angry Cheflooks surprised when I hand him his first before the king. I just smile and give Kael his treat. Both men immediately take big bites, followed by groans of appreciation.

I take a smaller bite and let out my own happy sound. Immediately, my heart fills with love, and I know from wherever my mom is, she's showing me she'll always be with me, even if she's no longer here.

"These are amazing, love," Kael says, taking a second one from the pan.

"He's right, these are delicious. I think the pack would love having them as part of the breakfast menu," the angry chef says.

"No," Kael barks. "These are not to be shared."

I snicker at his quick response.

"But—"

"Sorry, this recipe is a family secret. I won't be sharing it."