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ready and waiting to take a bite of her. How a Witches’ blood could call so strongly to his demon side was a real conundrum.
    “I would not compare you to a docile mouse, felesage .” He reached out a finger to trace the faint blue veins running from her neck to the enticing swells of her breasts. She remained still until the warm pad of his finger reached the top of her breast. A hand whipped out to slap his away.
    “Really?” Wilhelm caught her wrist in an iron grip before her hand could make contact. He leaned closer until her quickened breath brushed his face. “You are my wife, now, Keeper.” His voice lowered dangerously as he glared down at her. There wasn’t a trace of fear in her stoic expression, but the moss green eyes flared until the green was only a thin line around her black pupils. “Use your magic, I dare you.” He pulled back his lips in a sneer that flashed his sharp white fangs at her. The scent of fear flashed for only a second before she turned her head slowly, baring her neck with a bravery that took his breath.
    “Do it,” she commanded in a tone of authority that had irritation whipping through him. Wilhelm shoved her away from him, his strength sending her back against the table. She caught herself on one of his prized rosebushes, steadying herself with the big pot it was planted in.
    “You don’t control my actions, Keeper. I control you.” He watched her shiver even as her elfin chin rose in defiance. “You’re bleeding. Come here.” His own command was low and controlled. As his wife, she would have to learn to obey him. He waited patiently while she lifted her palm to study the scratch in surprise. She was barely bleeding, but the strong scent of her blood called to him to taste of her. His stomach grumbled disturbingly.
    “I won’t ask you again. Don’t make me come after you.”
    Alexa seemed to consider her options as her green eyes held his gaze. Pride in his choice of bride sparked to life within his chest as she refused to cower before him. He watched her move closer one small step at a time, the move a small victory. One he wouldn’t be foolish enough to hold over her.
    Wilhelm took her small wrist as she stopped in front of him. Pulling her closer, he lifted her hand to look at the small scratch. Her eyes narrowed as he lifted her hand to his mouth. His tongue slid across her palm, the sweet tang of her blood teasing his hunger, sharpening his need to bite as his fangs pricked his upper lip. A current of heat and power snaked through his system as he continued to lick her flesh. Wilhelm knew what was happening to her. Oh, yes. She would be begging him to take her in a minute. He could hear her cold little heart pounding fast beneath the soft flesh of her tight breasts. A sharp hitch in her breath made him smile as he grazed his sharp teeth against her sensitized palm. He wished the sweet taste of her blood didn’t have the exact same effect on him, but he was fighting himself, holding back from acting on his own urges.
    All he needed to do was hitch her dress up past her hips, lift her up onto the edge of the table behind her, and take what was his to possess and hers to give willingly. Wilhelm savored the last taste of her blood as the small cut closed. Another curse of his saliva was its ability to close wounds, bite marks to be exact. Puncturing the jugular of his Poppets would be fatal if not for his ability to heal the wounds quickly. His dark eyes closed as he assessed her flavor. There was something...off about her blood and the way it stayed on his tongue. A shiver of power shook him from head to toe as if he’d plugged himself into a live outlet. What the hell was that?
    His eyes flew open to study the flushed cheeks and dark green eyes filled with a tempting dose of pure lust. Oh, she wanted him. There was no doubt he could have her any way he wanted to take her, but at the moment all he wanted to do and what he needed to do were at direct odds. He could