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When her door opens, my jaw drops. She’s in a towel. So much more of her bare skin is on display than I would dream I’d be seeing this early into the courtship. If I can ever call it that.

When she sees me, she startles, gripping the towel tighter to her body. “Marcus, what are you doing here?”

“In the hallway? Just…walking.” I give her a soft smile.

“Just walking in the hall in front of my room because…?” Her words are breathless, her cheeks pink, and her eyes are all over me.

I should feel objectified, but it makes me feel confident. I push out my chest a little and flex the muscles in my arms just the slightest bit.

“Yeah, just patrolling the castle. It’s part of the job,” I say, leaning back onto the heels of my bare feet.

“Just part of your…protection duty or whatever?” she asks, eyes finally coming up and meeting mine.

My breath lodges in my throat, cementing my airways and leaving nothing but the flavor of her on my tongue. I ache to bring her close. I want to smell the sweat of the day on her skin, bring her to the bathroom, and be the one to wash it all away.

I nod, swallowing thickly.

“Yep, exactly as you said. How has…Eloise been with your teaching?” I ask softly.

She bites her bottom lip, and I hiss softly. I want to pluck the tempting flesh from her teeth and lavish it with attention from my tongue. She’s too rough on herself. She’s so delicate and softand should be protected. It’s my nest’s job to protect our mate, and even with the smallest things, I’m failing.

“It’s been OK, confusing and overwhelming if I’m being honest.” She slumps against her doorframe.

The towel parts slightly over her plush thigh, revealing even more of her creamy skin for my greedy enjoyment. My knees wobble as the urge to drop to the floor and worship the uncovered inches of skin rises powerfully in my chest.

I’ve never had a mate before, and inside me, it feels like the most potent magic to exist.

“I bet you’re doing an incredible job, though. You seem so smart,” I blurt.

She laughs, and her cheeks darken, that shade of pink making me wonder what color her nipples are.

I lick my lips and swallow again, shifting from foot to foot.

“I do my best, but I’m better with a paintbrush than with any sort of books and research.”

“Darius could help you. He’s the oldest, and he has interacted with more witches than the rest of us combined,” I say, trying to be helpful.

Charlotte makes a face at the mention of my alpha but offers a little nod. She rests her head against the doorframe, looking me up and down before blushing even harder.

I grin at her ogling and overtly flex. “It’s OK, Char, you can look all you’d like. I feel like I’ve been working my whole life to perfect my physique just for you,” I say honestly.

Her eyes widen, and she digs her teeth harder into that poor bottom lip. I can’t stand it.

Swooping in closer, I gently free the abused bit of flesh from her teeth and run the pad of my thumb soothingly over the indentations she made. Her lips part, and I feel her sharply inhale against my fingers as I stroke over her lip.

“You’re so soft. I’m obsessed with the way you feel,” I whisper, voice dipping low and husky.

A moan slips from between her lips before she wraps them around my finger and gently sucks. Her tongue rolls around the digit, and the magic drains out of me just so I can be softer for her, warmer and more pleasant on her palate. She hums, and it penetrates me straight to the core.

My dick becomes rock hard.

Pun intended.

Chapter 15

CHARLOTTE

I must be possessedby the slutty spirit of Kennedy because I’ve never sucked a man’s finger before. Never moaned around the appendage as it shifted from stone to warm flesh in my mouth, and not just because that has never happened before.

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