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She clasped his wrist, her unleashed magic trying to force him to his knees.

He took a step back.

He, the motherfucking Dragon King, took a step back.

She used the slacked momentum to sweep his leg from under him, sending them both tumbling. She straddled his hips as she pinned him.

His dragon hissed at the alpha stare she threw down at him as if he was some simple victim of the demon she contained in her tiny body. His hand was around her neck and he was pushing her down to the floor, a growl ripping from the back of his throat.

“Are you really so stupid?”

In response, her hand wrapped around his forearm before slipping up to his wrist.

Her tongue snuck out to lick her lips, and his hold slackened with surprise.

She was clearly unbothered by any show of his power. In fact, her initial rage had simmered. She was now downright vibrating with desire.

“Was that nice?” She hissed as they both rose to their feet, glaring at each other in the next second.

“How did you get through Spellcaster’s without showing your true potential?” He demanded.

“Ican control myself if I wish.” She stroked the side of her neck as if to emphasize that this restraint was something he lacked.

Under normal circumstances, Alessandro had immaculate control. He had honed it over years of having to deal with his people and keeping them under the strict lifestyle they’d had to adopt to keep their greatest secret.

But Rowan Dahl was more infuriating than those who showed him fealty and reverence.

It was a combination of both threat and asset that she presented. His greatest responsibility as Dragon King was to eradicate threats to the Thunder, and it was usually uncomplicated for him to reach a conclusion of where things landed.

He couldn’t threaten her to behave, she seemed to… he couldn’t fathom it, but she seemed to enjoy irritating him.

“Are you friend or foe?” He hadn’t meant to sound so stone cold, but the scent of her lust was eroding the so-called control he possessed.

It wasn’t his first dance with a succubus. He’d been in the company of their very creator more times than he would have liked, but none had ever affected him like this one did.

“Depends on what you make of me, and right now, it’s more of the latter.”

Heat crawled up his neck. He could barely contain the fury her words brought out of him, nor the lust the promise of violence enticed.

He’d always known equating the two states of being was fucked up.

Her lavender eyes lit up like neon lights that bounced off the space in front of her.

“Or the former, if I can rely on your scent.” The pitch of her voice was low as a smile unfurled on her lips. “Can I rely on your scent, Dragon King? If so, I’d like to choose repayment from the Thunder for my earlier troubles.”

Alessandro’s low growl didn’t stop her from gripping the throat of his cloak.

“Do I look like a prize?”

She only grinned, amused, as she pulled him down to meet her lips.

Physically, he dominated her, but fuck if he wasn’t already hard from the moment that she parried his punch.

Even if violence turned him on, he never engaged it in his practice of intimacy. He had always executed a soft, careful dance. He was so used to taking care of others he couldn’t imagine accidentally hurting them with the beast he kept carefully tucked inside.

But violence on the elf went hand in hand with her lust, just like it did with him. It had to be with how quickly she shifted from snarling to purring.

He let her kiss him. Curiosity over this new state of being drove him to meet her toe to toe.