Page 19 of Reckless Witch

“Your sigil has caused me nothing but problems.”

Her heartbeat quickens. There are only a few buttons separating our beasts. My tattoos rise, some already shifting into armor. I’m dangerously close to taking that first step to slake our mutual desire and, once I step on that road, we won’t stop. We never have. As for Raith and Blade…well, I’ve done my duty. I’ve informed them. They know she’s back. The rest is going to happen, just as it always has.

I lean an inch closer and whisper, “I put a mark on your hand, not your ass.” Yet. I can and will put a second one on her ass.

“Take this sigil off. Now,” she demands. “I’m done.”

Raith won’t say a word if I make love to her, but he will be furious if I remove the sigil. He’s right. She can’t be allowed to run around the school with that much power at her disposal, not when her temper runs so hot. There’s another reason I won’t remove the sigil, one that makes my dragon growl. The satisfaction I feel at seeing my mark on her flesh, the next best thing to a mating mark.

“Now,” Leilah repeats.

“No. You need a little…” I lean closer to breathe the one word I know will infuriate her animalistic side the most, “taming.”

The power that surges through her doesn’t disappoint. It’s all I can do to keep from flipping her around to bury my cock deep inside that tight channel of hers, the one I smell growing wetter by the second.

“Taming?” her voice is dangerous.

“I’ll compromise.” There’s no way she can miss the lust in my voice. “I’ll remove the curse you’re trying to break. What was it?”

She hesitates.

“Or not.” I crook a smile.

“Fine,” her voice turns waspish. Ciarah never did like to lose. She lifts her chin. “I simply said, You and your power could kiss my ass.”

I’ll kiss her ass and more. I would start with running my hands over her smooth backside and not stop until I’m inside her, where I belong.

“Turn around. I’ll remove your curse.”

She hesitates. The way her lashes dip signals she knows where this is going. She turns. God, she’s gorgeous. There’s no outer sign of her discomfort but I feel the strength of her spell even without touching that smooth skin. With such power running in her veins, her magic finds it hard to leave her. I wonder if she knows that’s why her spells backfire. Blade will have to teach her proper focus.

I drop my gaze to the thong that disappears between her ass cheeks, caressing the parts of her that I will soon caress. My fingers twitch, wanting to slide that soft scrap of lace aside to pillow my hardened cock there. Flesh on flesh. It’s been so long. She’s better than gold. I inhale the scent of her hair, vanilla, then place my hands on her hips. Her magic flows up over my arms, teasing my tattoos.

That’s all the invitation I need.

Chapter Nine

LEILAH

Day One

This isn’t how I imagined my first day at The Academy. The famed Ethan Bordeau fucking me in a classroom. I knew dragons were sexual, but I had no idea just how sexual. Animalistic. Raw. I arch my back and push against him. His cock is rock hard—and huge. He grasps my hips and I draw a sharp breath when the fingers gently squeeze. I need him.

His hands slide over my skin and leave blessed coolness in their wake. A new heat builds that sends a different electrical current straight to my core. I close my eyes and will his fingers lower. He slips a finger under the lace of my thong and I draw a sharp breath at the warmth of his touch.

The classroom door creaks open.

A shocked female gasp is followed by, “Commander Bordeau!”

I whirl as Ethan steps back. I want to melt through the floor. Miss Mack gapes, her horn-rimmed glasses balanced precariously on the tip of her nose. Fury swirls in her expression. She’s angry—with me.

Fuck. She has the hots for Ethan.

“Miss Mack.” Ethan graces her with a casual nod.

He doesn’t explain, and I don’t look at him as I take two steps and scoop my jeans from the floor. Miss Mack watches me, eyes narrowed and clearly thinking the worst…but the worst is exactly what Ethan and I had in mind. Why couldn’t she have come fifteen minutes later? No, half an hour. This dragon had been in no hurry. God have mercy.

“You shouldn’t be here, Student Crowe,” Miss Mack snaps.