Page 13 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

Her forehead creased.

“My sperm donor was a dragon, so my mating process will follow a dragon’s, at least loosely. When I touched you, it ignited heat,” I said.

“Heat?”

I dipped my head. “There’s fire in my eyes. If I was a dragon, your body temperature would rise over the next few weeks. You’d be in pain if we weren’t touching, and you would slowly be overwhelmed by sexual need until we fucked to seal the bond. The longer we fought it, the more pain you would be in. I would be mindlessly lost to the need to ease your suffering.”

The look on her face was almost comically horrified. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I told you, I don’t joke.”

She lifted her hands to rest on top of her head, panic parting her lips. Her top rose, showing me a few delicious inches of her abdomen.

“That can’t be right,” she finally said. “I’m a witch. I’ve never even… we can’t… I don’t…”

“You’re a virgin. I’m aware. We can, and I’ll ease you into it slowly. It seems like there may not be any physical pain for you, which is good. But you shouldn’t want me as much as you currently do, so our heat will likely progress in a different way than the dragons’.”

Her face flushed redder. “I didn’t agree to this. You can’t possibly want this with me. I don’t know what game you’replaying here, but I’m well aware that I reek, and my magic makes me unappealing, and?—”

I stood up and crossed the room. She cut herself off when our chests nearly met.

I took her chin in my hand and tilted her head back, so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. “I felt your magic the moment you crossed through my wards—and I wanted you the moment I felt it. This is not a game. Your life is at risk, and this bond is how I keep you alive to fix the crumbling magic I’ve been holding together through willpower alone.”

“But I smell like pepper,” she whispered.

“You smell like cloves, and it’s fucking delicious.”

“Say I agree,” she said.

“You agree.”

“No, that’s not—” she huffed. “Pretend I was agreeing. Which I’m not. Just pretend I was. What would happen next?”

“I would show you the wards, and you would develop a plan to fix them. When heat bothers you enough, I would take the edge off for you.”

“I’m going to need a better description of that second bit.”

I lowered my lips to her ear, and her hand wrapped around my forearm. “When you can’t handle the need anymore, I’ll slip my hand between your thighs, and you’ll ride my fingers until you’ve soaked them with your pleasure.”

She let out a strangled noise, squeezing the hell out of my arm.

I couldn’t resist the urge to push her, just a little more.

“The next time heat swells, you’ll strip your clothes off for me so I can feast on your pretty little cunt until you’ve climaxed so many times you can’t get out of bed.”

The sound she made was something between a breath and a moan.

“When you can’t handle heat’s pressure anymore, I’ll finally fill you with my cock and make you mine in every way there is.”

“You don’t even know my name,” she gasped out.

“I don’t need to, Clove. You belong to me. That’s all that matters.”

Finally, she used her grip on my wrist to shove my hand away from her face. Releasing her hold, she stepped back and pointed a finger at me. It would’ve been more threatening if it hadn’t been trembling.

“You don’t touch me again unless I ask you to.”

“Sure. But youwillask me to.”

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