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touched? To know you’ll never ride a gorgeous cock and milk its sweet nectar into your throat?”
    The air thinned, painful in its immediate depletion of oxygen. Rage prevented any hope Macy had of curtailing her power demonstration. The air witch deserved a harsh lesson.
    Dmitri grasped his chains, but the ancient vampire could survive without a few breaths. Anger fed the power she suckled from the whelp before her. The strands trailed through Macy’s fingers as she regarded the newfound skill with curiosity.
    As a dragon witch she could channel the powers of elements other than fire. She’d experimented with the ability very rarely. Interesting.
    Sophia grasped her throat, her eyes bulged and her skin tinged with blue, which went quite nicely with the crystal perched between her breasts.
    “Tell me, Sophia, how does this power work? I’ve never touched air strands. Perhaps we should work on refining my skills.” Macy tugged tighter on the reigns, careful to keep the air around herself rich in oxygen.
    “You are a dragon witch,” she gasped from air-starved lungs. “Air is mine.”
    Macy shrugged and released the strands. Oxygen rushed forth, funneling itself to the deprived air witch with fury. Sophia stumbled backward from the power return.
    “You are dead, dragon witch.”
    “So I’ve been told.” Macy focused her gaze on Dmitri. “He has agreed to a service of six weeks.” She longed to say eight, but her luck was being pressed making the statement. If he argued she could be locked in chains in the cell next door. Imprisoning a vampire falsely was a death sentence. “Make yourself useful and have the contract drawn up. In exchange for six weeks of service, I offer him a blood oath for that duration.”
    Sophia gasped. “You cannot feed your power to him. He’s too powerful. Think of the consequences.”
    “It will hardly matter to me,” she replied nonchalantly as she made her way to Dmitri and zipped his pants up around his flaccid cock. He must not care for air witches. “The contract. Get it before I get upset. I have things to do tonight, and none of them include dealing with hex trash like you.”
     
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    So, the dragon witch was cursed. He’d have to research the curse Sophia had alluded to. Understanding the dragon witch’s reasoning would help him deal with her. Sensation returned to his muscles when the guards released the manacles securing him. The petite bundle of long black locks, hazel eyes, and cinnamon skin swept her way into the corner, one filled with fire sconces along the wall.
    Whoever she was, she knew not to press her luck. He grudgingly admired the courage she’d shown with the air bitch. Between Sophia and Hilda, his cock had been drained more times in the past day than it had in decades because, despite the growing rumors, he didn’t make a habit of bedding cursed witches.
    Or any witch for that matter.
    Dmitri made it a habit to understand the rudimentary basics of witch politics. Any vampire foolish enough to remain within the charmed sectors of Seattle had better know the risks the lavish lifestyle created.
    Dragon witches weren’t real, or so he’d been told. Yet her blood singed his fangs with its sensual scent from across the room. Feeding from her would be a high like no other.
    “What is your name, dragon witch?”
    “Why do you require a name?”
    “I will know who is under me, screaming my name.” His hand swept to her cheek when he approached her. “Give me a name.”
    “Macy Davenport.”
    Her throat moved, as if a knot traveled the narrow tunnel, between her ample, barely-contained breasts to her curvaceous belly. She was short in stature, but full in all other ways, including the robust, vibrant emotional aura she channeled. Anticipation threaded with nervousness and wove a perilous beginning for the dragon witch where he was concerned.
    Abiding by her contract served his purpose. Exposing his true nature and intent this early would destroy