Rarely did anyone catch the Shadow Knight by surprise, but his witch had a way about her that left him . . . leery. His guard was down with the drunken wreck of a woman in his arms, and the kiss was the last act he expected of the woman that was either frightened of him or angry.

As with any woman, he instinctively responded. She was drunk, but her kiss was deep, firm.

Hungry.

She tasted of wine and what herbs the Red Knight used on her, her velvety tongue and the warm, moist depths of her mouth inciting his imagination to consider how the depths between her legs would feel. Desire flared to life within him, fire making him more sensitive to her womanly musk and the petal softness of her skin.

Suddenly, she sagged in his arms, unconscious.

He lifted his head, not expecting his physical response to her. His thoughts were spinning, his body fevered. Was this part of her magic? To seduce a man? For he had not felt this besotted from one kiss ever.

One of his hands went to his loins, where his arousal strained against his breeches. Thus far, his man parts had not fallen off.

Maybe all those witches lied to you. He had never directly asked a witch if she were pure; it was a fact for every witch but the great warrior queen of Black Moon Draw. This witch claimed not to be and even more vexing, had kissed him expertly and left his manhood intact.

Bewildered by what passed, the Shadow Knight stooped to pick her up. She was unconscious, breathing deeply, her lips reddened from the kiss.

She did not kiss like a woman who had never been touched.

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He set her down on the bed and straightened, gaze lingering on the rise and fall of her chest and her perfect, large breasts.

Taking a step back, the Shadow Knight battled internally for a long moment, torn between desire and the reeling of his mind. If what she said was true, that she retained her magic despite not being pure, she was not the kind of witch he was accustomed to. She was different, like the warrior queen from long ago, destined for a fate he had not considered.

She belonged to him and his kingdom, to rule at the side of her knight, the way the great warrior queen who died a thousand years had.

Yet he was in no position to claim her outright, not with his betrothed ensuring the cooperation of the Red Knight, ruler of one of the two remaining kingdoms he needed to subdue.




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