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The declaration sailed on the air and flowed straight into my lungs. Sexual arousal exploded, loosening my knees. The dragon caught me before I could fall, and my vision filled with smiling green eyes and a firm jaw shadowed by golden stubble.

“A witchling,” he murmured, drawing my gaze up to his glowing eyes. They flared with satisfaction. “Perfect.”

“What?” I breathed. Somehow, I maintained enough presence of mind to remember where I was, and I turned my head toward the platform.

Isolde stood at the base, her hands clasped under her chin as she beamed at the stranger and me. “This is the best surprise!”

Niall shook his head and muttered, “Unbelievable.”

King Cormac smiled. “You came here looking for your fate, Georgina Blackwood. It appears fate found you first.”

Chapter Two

CALLUM

The witch’s jaw dropped as she stared at the king. “What do you mean?”

“It means you’re mine,” I said, struggling against the urge to sweep her into my arms and carry her from the Great Hall and straight to my bedchamber. My magic tugged hard, eager to be let off its leash so I could pleasure my mate.

She looked up at me, her purple eyes a swirl of lust and growing trepidation. With a little gasp, she scrambled from my embrace. I let her go, and she staggered back, one hand outstretched like she meant to ward me off.

“That won’t work,” I said, shrugging. “I’m only half demon.”

“Demon?” She flicked her gaze over my hair, probably looking for horns.

“Incubus, to be exact.”

“Oh, gods,” she whimpered. She tugged at the hem of her barasta, which was shorter and more form-fitting than the kind Niall wore. Witches were physically weaker than the other Firstborn Races, so they wove protective spells into their jackets. Their barastas also shielded them from other witches, who might attempt to steal their elements. The Consort always wore black, but my witchling was a fetching sight in a barasta the same deep purple shade as her eyes.

The sweet scent of her arousal soaked the air, stiffening my cock and putting a growl in my throat. Around the Hall, the unmated dragons shifted on their feet. A few made pained, strangled sounds as the scent hit them.

The witch’s cheeks went scarlet. Her nipples poked from underneath her barasta like little spear tips. The heady perfume of her cream swirled around me. She was wet, my witch, and probably seconds from soaking through her panties to drench the tight black pants that hugged her sweetly rounded hips.

Mine. Every bit of that cream was mine.

Her nostrils flared as she looked me over, her beautiful eyes lingering on my shoulders and jaw. “I didn’t come here for this.” The last word turned into a moan as she rocked her hips forward. The blush in her cheeks deepened, and mortification joined the lust in her eyes. Poor, wee thing probably didn’t understand what had hit her. Although, she wasn’t exactly wee, my witch.

No, she was fucking perfect. Tall and curved in all the right places. Black hair and those gorgeous purple eyes. A full mouth that was going to look delectable wrapped around my dick.

“I want you,” I told her.

Her lips parted. “What?”

“You heard me.”

A dragon next to the hearth turned away and discreetly adjusted his erection. Another spoke through clenched teeth. “Get her out of here, McLeish. She’s throwing off enough pheromones to level the castle.”

The witch opened her mouth like she meant to argue, but only a low moan emerged. She swayed on her feet. I sprang forward and caught her again, and this time I didn’t hesitate as I swept her off her feet and strode from the Great Hall.

“What are you doing?” she gasped even as she rolled her delicious body against mine. Her barasta rode up, exposing the creamy skin of her midriff.

I hitched her higher in my arms as I hurried to the stairs and took them two at a time. “Getting you away from the others.”

“Would they hurt me?”

A surge of protectiveness flared so hot it nearly took my breath away. When I spoke again, my voice was an octave lower. “No one will ever hurt you. Not with me around, witchling. But your need is so strong it affects anyone near you.” I reached my bedchamber, shouldered through the door, and kicked it shut behind me.

The witch’s eyes went wide. She squirmed in my arms. “Put me down.”

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