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months of investigation. For tonight he’d be the legend created by his organization. Tonight he’d become Doctor Death and sate the desires running rampant within the gorgeous dragon witch.
    Once Macy passed out from her spent passion and drained powers, he’d begin his investigation—the one which had gotten halted too quickly thanks to foolish work by his former partner. Too many relied on his discoveries. Too many vampires had vanished for him to fail.
    There was a vampire slave ring somewhere in Seattle, and he suspected Sophia and Hilda were in the thick of it. But he’d not considered the presence of a dragon witch. Macy could be more trouble than he’d planned.
    Hopefully, the bundle of passion would remain complacent as long as he abided by his contract and fucked her senseless. If she proved troublesome, he’d have to destroy her.

Chapter Two
    “We should’ve brought my car.”
    “That thing is not a car. It is a death trap.”
    Macy whirled, tossed her purse on her orange sofa, and grinned. “Don’t tell me. You’re too sophisticated for a Fiesta.”
    “I’m too big for an oversized sardine can on wheels.” His obsidian gaze whizzed around the room. “Let us end this discussion with my confession: I do not care for confined spaces.”
    Macy could appreciate that. She wasn’t fond of heights, and Goddesses help the first fool who confined her. Shock riddled her voiceless for a few moments. He was here, in her house. Hers for six weeks. Her toes almost curled at the thought.
    “Do you want something to eat?”
    His dark eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spread on his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    Oh no! She didn’t just offer her vein two minutes into their agreement. She grimaced and shook her head. A soft chuckle wrapped her in fiery heat. Warm hands enveloped her waist and drew her near.
    They stumbled backward onto her couch. Husky, male pleasure echoed in her ear. “Straddle my lap, Macy.”
    Her back bowed with the command.
    “You agreed I’d be in charge, dragon witch. Do as I say.” Adrenaline surged with the heeded warning he added. “I’d hate to spank you this soon.”
    “I’m an adult.”
    “You definitely are.” Masculine appreciation drifted within his aura, his hands forced her thighs to straddle him. He snuggled her closer until her knees knocked against the sofa to each side of him and her pussy rubbed against a denim bulge.
    Power surged through her fingertips, sizzling across the small space to his heated skin. He absorbed the zing of sensation with no response except for a slight pause. “And that was?”
    “A side effect of the curse.”
    “You never mentioned hazard pay.” He settled her hand across his chest. “Perhaps we should renegotiate our terms.”
    “Surely the mighty Doctor Death can handle me.”
    “Dmitri.” Hot breath trailed across her shoulder. Deft fingers undid the bodice ties along her back. “Tell me of your curse, dragon witch.”
    “My mother refused a marriage offer.” Pain seized her insides. “Ten thousand nights of no contact with humans or warlocks.”
    “It’s a genetic curse.”
    She nodded, focusing on the warmth of his skin against her palm. “Until the sentence has been carried out.”
    “She died.”
    “By her own hand,” Macy whispered. “Few witches survive once they hit their thirtieth birthday if they were infected because they’d yet to come into their full powers.”
    “It affects your powers.”
    Heat rose in her cheeks. “There are very few ways to release the buildup of our magic.”
    “Sex is the most natural.”
    She nodded. “Without that outlet…”
    “So a vampire is the solution.” His gaze narrowed. “Most of my kind couldn’t handle the power a dragon witch would wield.”
    “Thus the reason for my visit,” she confessed. “I’ve been assured there will be no ill side effects for you. I did ask.”
    He swept the bodice away from her. Pleasure streamed down her spine with his