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to be more prepared. No one had warned him ripping—or in this case fucking—the curse from a dragon witch would be quite so dangerous.
    Most cursed witches were cured simply enough—a temporary conduit with a vampire. The discharged power disseminated on its own, safely lost somewhere in the abyss. But the little dragon witch owned and dominated that abyss with vengeance, shoveling power wherever she wanted, unaware the power remained—locked away.
    Sweet saints, she’d been hotter than hell. Literally. He wanted to fuck her so bad his entire body ached like it hadn’t in centuries. His cock twitched in a painful reminder. The night wouldn’t end how he’d intended, but he’d done the right thing for once. The dragon witch hadn’t been ready for a full sexual encounter.
    Apparently, neither had he. If he’d done what most vampires would have and fucked her immediately, he would have been destroyed. Likely, she would have as well. Somehow their connection had created a merging of ultimate power between the two species. And she’d been the key, the vehicle, the freaking battering ram to make it happen.
    He’d simply been a very willing, horny passenger with the gasoline can and a match.
    His fangs itched with a need to taste the sweet nectar streaming within the vein beneath his finger. Gods, it was so sweet and vibrant it practically sang a song.
    Regret kept him in bed longer than he could afford. No matter his weak attempt at containment, the power surge had more than likely drawn Alonzo back. There was no way his second would’ve left him alone with a dragon witch for too long. The man had barely agreed to the plan.
    The king’s ideas were never ignored, no matter how daring or, in this case, stupid they were. Dear old Dad had underestimated the witches yet again.
    Dmitri drew himself away from the sleeping bundle making his cock rage with an unquenched need and padded into the other room. The vampiric senses gifted to him centuries ago upon his royal ceremony throbbed in agitation.
    Macy had constructed enough shields around this place to keep it impenetrable from a garrison of his kind. For some reason the fact she’d had the foresight to do so while supposedly in the throes of passion chafed his male pride, not to mention his inner predator’s need to be her protector.
    “I see you fell into your role quite nicely, Prince.”
    Dmitri glowered at the intruder and collapsed on the couch, tossing a throw blanket over his naked lap. “How did you get past the shields?”
    Alonzo shrugged. “There’s a very nice apartment next door that now has a wonderful gateway into here. I’m thinking about renting it.”
    “Don’t you dare.”
    “She is dangerous.” Alonzo’s gaze darkened as he sat down across from Dmitri. “Half the block is in power failure. The building shook.”
    “It is as much my fault as hers. I wasn’t prepared for the backlash.”
    “Bullshit.” Alonzo shook his head and motioned toward the bedroom. “That witch is packing one hell of a punch, one we were never told her kind could even have.”
    “I know.”
    “Why do you think the king failed to mention this? Has he not had any interactions with her kind before?” Alonzo questioned, the reason clear though the words were not spoken.
    “That is doubtful since he enslaved one several centuries ago.” Dmitri flexed his fists. “Perhaps dear Dad has decided to remove any possible threats to his power.”
    There. He’d said what they’d both thought.
    “Perhaps.” Alonzo smirked. “All the more reason for me to hang around and watch your back while you…charm the witch.”
    “See what you can learn from the other seconds. If my brother is in danger I’d rather be the one to warn him. He has father’s temper.” To say the least.
    “And his mother’s powers.” Alonzo shuddered. “That’s one scary assed vampire witch hybrid I don’t like to get around.”
    “No one does.” Shame and guilt weighted Dmitri’s