Page 6 of Kiss of Frost

I set her on her feet in the middle of the room and stepped back. “My need is great, as well,” I told her. “But I won’t touch you unless you ask me.” I couldn’t keep the longing from my voice as I added, “And I’m hoping you’ll ask, witchling.”

“I have a name,” she tossed back, her chest heaving. Gods, her tits were perfect. High and round under that damn jacket that needed to go immediately. She was built for fucking, with curves that checked every box I possessed. She drifted toward me, then seemed to realize what she’d done and took a swift step backward. “I’m Georgina Blackwood of House Blackwood.” She hesitated, then muttered, “Everyone calls me Georgie.”

“Georgie,” I murmured, my dick pressing painfully against my zipper. “It suits you, darlin’.” As her nostrils flared, I swept her a short bow. “I’m Callum McLeish.” I straightened. “And if I have my way, you’ll scream my name to the bedroom rafters every night from now on.”

She gasped. “Do you always talk to women this way?”

“Nope. But you’re my mate, sweetheart. It’s my duty to bring you pleasure.”

A frown marred her smooth forehead. “You can’t be serious. We just met.”

“Then we’ll get to know each other. I have no qualms about courting you.” Or stretching you under me and kissing every inch of your sweet body. I folded my arms so I wouldn’t reach for her.

She gnawed on a plump, pink lip, and I suppressed a groan.

“If you’re wanting to keep things chaste between us, Georgie, I suggest you stop doing that.”

She darted a look between my legs, and her eyes went wide.

“Or that,” I choked out.

“Sorry,” she gasped, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides. “Are you doing this?” One hand fluttered to her throat. “Making me feel this way?”

I shook my head. “That’s a common misconception about incubi. We don’t provoke desire. We simply understand it better than others.” I let my magic off its chain as I leaned toward her. “A lot better.”

“What does that mean?

Lust bloomed within me, its tendrils snaking through my veins. My senses narrowed to the delectable woman in front of me. “That I know exactly what you want.” A window opened in my mind. Georgie’s sexual fantasies poured through it and flickered like a movie reel. Scenes unfolded in vivid detail, every frame heightening my desire. My voice dipped to a growl as I unfolded my arms and stepped into her. “You’re a naughty lass, Georgina Blackwood.”

Her pulse throbbed in her neck. She stood her ground, which was sexy as hell. “Prove it,” she challenged. “Tell me what I want.”

“Me, inside you.”

“I don’t—”

“Aye, you do,” I said, tucking a finger under her chin. “You want me to put you on my bed, strip you bare, and spread your luscious body open. You want my hands on you, witchling. Sliding up your thighs and urging them wide. Running my thumbs up and down your slick, puffy lips and pushing them apart so I can see how much cream you’ve made for me.”

Her lips parted on a gasp, and her breath fluttered over my fingers. Her arousal swirled, whispering all her secrets in my ear. I recited them, spreading them before her like a dealer fanning the cards at a blackjack table.

“You want my tongue, too, sweet Georgie.” I brushed my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “You want me to find that hot, wet place between your legs and lick your throbbing clit to the edge of orgasm. You want me to suck every drop from your pussy, thrusting my skilled tongue as deep as it’ll go. And Georgie?”

“Yes?” she croaked.

I pressed my thumb between her lips until it grew damp from her mouth. “My tongue is very skilled, and it’ll go very deep.”

Her lashes fluttered, and she released a broken groan. Her pupils reflected my irises, which glowed bright green with my power.

I pulled my thumb from her mouth and resumed stroking her full lower lip. “You want me to tongue you to the pinnacle of pleasure, feasting on your cream while you grip my hair and grind your pussy into my face. So wet and loud, Georgie. Mmm, I can hear it, darlin’ and I want you to make my face your own private saddle.”

“Fuck,” she whimpered, beginning to pant.

“Aye, lass, that’s next.” Her knees gave out, and I caught her and lowered her to the floor. I lay her down gently and sat back on my heels. I rested my palms on my thighs even though I was dying to touch her. “You want me to fuck you, Georgie, and I will. I’ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, sweetheart. Like you’re the only woman in the world. Because that’s exactly what you are for me. Fate has delivered the most precious gift into my arms this day.” Unable to help myself, I ran the backs of my knuckles over her flushed cheek. “For as long as I live, I’ll never touch another.”

As I’d spoken, her eyes had filled with wonder. Now, that little frown reappeared between her brows. “I thought dragons always mated in threes.”

“Aye, we do. And one day, you and I will find our man.” My cock jerked at the mere thought of such good fortune. At the same moment, my magic swelled, Georgie’s lust providing the fuel. Her deepest desires sparked against my skin—and they were all the more powerful because they’d been buried so far down that she was only now aware of them.

“You want that,” I said, her fantasies parading through my head. I lifted a lock of her hair and rubbed the midnight-colored strands between my fingers. “You want two men in your bed. Filling your body. You want us to take you in turns, coaxing you to the brink of release over and over again. You want us to take you together, fore and aft, your sweet body writhing on our cocks.”

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