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The true depth of her power was palpable in the physical joining of their bodies. The potential the woman held mesmerized him. He couldn’t deny that it was exciting to hold something so foreign to his usual partner in his arms, but even more, it made him feel an awe he couldn’t quite understand.

He gave into her desire, allowing her entrance into the cavern of his mouth while he backed her up against a case of collections.

Her tongue was blazing heat and tasted of sweet berries she must’ve just consumed to be so potent.

Something in him snapped.

Was it his control? He couldn’t identify it, and he had to concentrate on the hand that had trailed underneath the cloak and under his pants.

It had to be his control because he didn’t move to stop her. In fact, his own traitorous limbs trailed along the curves of her body to the swell of her ass which he squeezed, pressing their fronts closer together, increasing the pressure her hand had on him.

He’d never bedded a succubus. His partners had been strictly dragons. For a good reason.

A reason he couldn’t recall when her hands entangled in the hair at the base of his skull and tugged.

“No spell work.” He hissed, pulling back. There was no way she could have already found his ultimate weak spot without magic.

“The Dragon King, afraid of his own desire. How long have you deprived yourself of sincere pleasure? Is this the first time someone is giving you what you crave? With me, you don’t have to say a word.” Her kisses trailed from the bottom of his chin, down his throat. “With me, shame doesn’t exist.”

He let out a throaty laugh that vibrated the walls of the cavern. “You might regret those words, little elf. It isn’t shame that holds me in check, it’s concern for your safety. Do you really believe you can handle all of me just because you’re full of spirit? You’re still just a mortal.”

She scoffed. “I can take everything you dish out and maybe even teach you a thing or two, Dragon King.”

Challenge after challenge. Alessandro’s dragon roared, demanding to dominate the elf to put her in her place.

He hauled her over his shoulder.

“I can walk.” She snarled.

“My cave, my rules, little elf.” It was only a few steps to the pile of throws he had set up in case he ever needed to spend the night in the cavern.

“It’smyprize.”

“Take me as I am, or you don’t get me at all.” He murmured as he set her to her feet on the edge of the make-shift bed. “Once you cross that line, there’s no going back.”

She regarded him with calculated appraisal. Then she paced a tight circle around him, fingers grazing against his shoulders, down the chords of muscle on his back and over the curve of his ass.

He crossed his arms.

She wouldn’t get any participation from his part until she crossed that line.

It was a concession his beast required.

She continued her leisurely perusal and finally stood in front of him once more. Her violet eyes were blazing.

Rowan Dahl’s essence smelled like a field of flowers in fresh bloom mixed with the sweet heat of sunbaked sand.

“You’ll do.” She snapped her fingers and his clothes vanished.

Still. She hadn’t crossed that line.

Bared to her hungry gaze, he felt his jaw twitch when her eyes landed on his length. He could feel the moisture from the tip tap against his belly. Could feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

The glow of her eyes flashed in matching tempo. She bit her bottom lip as she finally took that step back and he was on her before her second foot could join.

She took his ferocity in stride as he fell to his knees with her legs spread over his thighs. Her still covered soaking wet heat was flush against his and he almost lost full control at the sensation.

She was steady under his kiss. She didn’t bow or cower as his hand settled on the small of the back of her neck, a shifter trait of dominance that always had his partners going limp with submission.