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“Agreed.”

“Sounds good.”

Stunned and touched by not only their acceptance and ready forgiveness of my lies of omission, but by the fact they were ready to get into this with me, I excused myself to my room so I could have a minute. I didn’t bother with the light switch, there was enough coming from the moon outside.

My curtains were pulled open, and I looked out at my view of Westwood’s campus. This whole place was something special. Magicked to be a place of learning and power. To be a center of magical thought and invention. A hub where alliances were forged and treatises written. Westwood Academy was a wonderful idea in theory. But theories were often disproved.

There was a snake in the garden of Westwood. And I was going to find it.

CHAPTER9

I heardhim before I felt his hands on my waist and I knew he’d made the noise on purpose. My eyes closed, and I leaned back, allowing his heat to encompass me.

“I tried to keep away,” he whispered. “If you want me to stay, Tana, tell me. Else I’ll go, and I will try to be done with it. The choice is yours,mo spréach.”

I paused for a beat and considered what he was asking me. For most of my life, the things that had happened to me had been beyond my control. I was the daughter of a wizard ruined by the death of his wife, my mother. The granddaughter of a witch who’d died in battle at the behest of our great Council. I was a fire witch, unable to use my power, saving my magical stores for the revenge I’d been trained to crave.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I was a woman and the man I’d been longing for was in my room, his hands on my waist, offering me everything, and asking me if I wanted him to stay. I opened my eyes, turned around, and pressed my mouth to his. There was only one possible answer to Brandon’s softly uttered question. One word that spilled from my tongue eagerly as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and held him close.

“Stay.”

Then the time for words was over. A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from Brandon’s chest, and I grinned wickedly before licking the seam of his lips. Greedy little beggar that I was, I did it again until he let me in. Then our kiss turned wild. Frenzied passion was not something I indulged in very often,er, at all—but it was everything I had ever imagined it would be.

His smoke and spice scent grew thicker, filling my room, my nostrils, me with a bone deep need I had never felt for any man. Brandon crashed into me; his burning silver gaze devoured me as he stripped the clothes from my body with one clawed hand, using an almost surgical precision. My body shuddered in reaction, my sex dripping arousal down my thighs.

Brandon’s uniform came off with two tugs and he stood before me in all his dragon hybrid glory. The curve of his muscles was so defined and enticing. I reached out to touch him, had to, or else I would surely die. He was hot to the touch. A firing inferno calling to my own powers, and I felt my magic stir.

I’d been cold for so long since I had stopped using my magic, but when Brandon touched me, I ignited like a roman candle. He slammed his mouth onto mine, and his rough hands lifted me off the floor, crushing me to him. The growl filling his chest reverberated through my body, and need like I had never felt before flooded my senses.

“So beautiful, my Tana,” he growled the words, pushing me up against the wall as his lips found that sensitive spot below my ear.

Big, rough hands caressed my ass, my thighs, my breasts as he plundered my mouth once more, destroying me for another boy. I wasn’t a virgin, but I might as well have been. Brandon Flint was no fumbling teenager or cocky wizard out for a tumble. He was a powerfully dominant dragon hybrid.

Warrior.

Sentinel.

Druid.

Man.

My man.

I groaned as he slid one thick digit between my slick folds, entering me slowly. The man played my body like a master, caressing, fondling, invading my flesh, my senses, my heart. Aching with need, ready to burst, I clawed at his shoulders, needing more than this torturously arousing foreplay.

“Please,” I begged, completely unashamed of my need for him.

“Not yet,mo spréach. Not until I am good and satisfied that you’re ready,” he grunted, lowering to his knees.

Fuck, that was hot.

He held me up with some invisible force, and I had to wonder if it was sheer will or his Druid powers that had me hanging there with my legs splayed in front of him. Brandon growled, commanding my attention.

Lifting my legs, he draped them over his shoulders, pressing my thighs far apart. I sucked in air, but I could not breathe. I needed him there, now.

Fuck waiting.

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