Page 33 of Kiss of Frost

“The lighter is in my pack,” Georgie said, kneeling next to me.

I gave her a smug smile as I held up one of the fire sticks. “We’ll do it the fun way.” I squeezed the stick and let heat build under my skin. After a second, the stick burst into flame. As Georgie gasped, I tossed the stick into the hearth and quickly added the others. Within moments, a decent fire blazed in the hearth.

Georgie groaned as she held her palms to the flames. “Gods, that feels good.”

I looked at her.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“Tell me,” I murmured, lust snaking through my veins.

Her eyes lowered to my mouth. “We’re not having sex right now.”

“That’s definitely not what I was going to say.”

“You know what I meant.”

“You’re right. We should probably eat first.”

“Callum…”

I captured one of her hands and brought it to my heart. “I’m going to get you to that Oracle, witchling. I vow it. I miscalculated with Graeme. I’ll be more careful next time. And I didn’t mean to embarrass you by describing his fantasy. But I did, and I’m sorry for it, lass.”

Her dark lashes swept her cheeks. “Does he really think about doing…that with me?”

My lust thickened. “Yes, exactly as I described.” I ran a fingertip down her cheek to her jaw. “He wonders if your skin is as soft as it looks. I could tell him it’s even softer than he imagines.”

“Most men would be jealous knowing another man had those thoughts about their female.”

Rich, potent pleasure joined the lust in my veins. I read fantasies, but maybe my witch had a few insights of her own. Because that throaty note in her voice let me know she understood a thing or two about my desires.

Fingers on her jaw, I tipped her chin up so she looked into my eyes. “Ah, but I’m not most men, darlin’, and neither is Graeme.”

She drew a shaky breath. “You would share me…the two of you.”

“Mmhmm. Are you thinking about it?”

“I thought you already knew what I was thinking.”

“I do,” I rasped, letting my power rise as I grasped her arm and pulled her to her feet. The green light spilling from my eyes gilded her face as I threaded my fingers through her hair and walked her backward to the bed. “I know everything.”

She moaned softly, and she went down without protest when the backs of her knees met the mattress. The sweetest sigh eased from her lips as I stretched on top of her and put my mouth to her ear.

“Allow me to tell you.”

Chapter Ten

GRAEME

Georgie’s moans drifted through the door as I stood in the corridor in the North Tower.

I shouldn’t have listened. I shouldn’t have brought the stew or beer upstairs, either. But the bother had returned, creeping into my thoughts as I sat in my room after I left the Great Hall.

Callum is right, it whispered. Witches were weaker than other immortals. Gelhella was a brutal place, and the young witch had journeyed for hours. Fatigue had clung to her in the Great Hall. And it…bothered me.

A distraction.

I couldn’t afford distractions, so I fetched the stew from the Hall. Halfway up the stairs to the tower, I realized the stew would taste better with the beer. So I fetched that too. But I shouldn’t have, because my unwelcome guests had clearly found distractions of their own.

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