Taming the Dragon

“Of course it came from me,” he said softly. “Didn’t the witch tell you what you were getting yourself into?”

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe in witches.” Her husky voice was barely a whisper.

Kaden slipped his fingertips beneath the chain around Tess’s neck, hearing her soft intake of breath as his skin brushed hers. She was deliciously warm, nearly as warm as the dragon charm he lifted to toy with. It had given her heat. His heat.

He leaned in close, so that his nose was nearly touching hers. Her breath feathered his face, his lips, and he could feel the remnants of his anger fading. He wanted this Tess. It wasn’t in his nature to deny himself what he wanted. And his dragyn-ka, by means fair or foul, had attached itself to her.

Kaden watched her lips part, her eyes go hazy. Whatever web the witch had woven for him, there was no denying that his body called to Tess as strongly as hers called to him.

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