Fury of Fate: A Dragonfury Short Story Read Online Free PDF

confusion against him, and kissed him again. With a hum, she licked into his mouth. Her taste hit him like a body shot. Ivar groaned and lost ground. Unable to say no—or push her away—he got in on the action and touched his tongue to hers. She purred, the sound full of satisfaction, and shoved him backward. His shoulder blades bumped the door at his back. Clever fingers stroking over his nape, she played with his hair, getting as close as clothes allowed. Which was...
    Fascinating. Enthralling. Beyond good or anything he’d felt while holding a female.
    The thought sent him sideways inside his own head, adding to his confusion. Something about her was...shit. He didn’t know exactly. But instinct warned him she was different from other females. A gift in many ways. Someone to be wary of in others. Particularly since the Meridian—the electrostatic bands that ringed the planet, the source of all living things—reacted, opening a channel deep inside him. Energy bled through the fissure, making his temples buzz and his fingertips tingle. Ivar frowned as the current amplified. Testing the sensation, he deepened the kiss.
    Awareness exploded, spilling into delight.
    She moaned. His heart picked up a beat. And then another, slamming the inside of his chest as he became addicted to the soft sounds she made. The instant the bliss-filled hum ended, he wanted to hear it again. And again. All of a sudden, close wasn’t close enough. He longed to be skin-to-skin with her. Wanted her to moan his name as he took himself to new heights in her arms. Such a dangerous thought. His reaction to her—and the impulse that drove it—wasn’t safe. Not at all the norm when he touched a female.
    And far too messy.
    He craved order. Liked things neat. Preferred tidy, and by extension, mistrusted anything he couldn’t control. Danger lived in the outliers—in the wilds of human compulsion where impulse control became a problem. Clearly an issue for him at the moment. But God, she was a prime piece. So hot. So needy. So beautiful as she demanded without words that he please her. Temptation grabbed hold. Experience settled him down. He refused to lose himself in her heat.
    Not yet anyway.
    Walking into the unknown never ended well. He needed to understand first. Wanted to know why. The reason he’d gone from standing outside the door—from pissed off and prepared to scare the hell out of his neighbor—to, well this ...deep seated desire driven by the female now kissing him blind. Which meant...
    Time to take con trol of the situation. And her.
    Planting his feet on the entryway rug, Ivar righted his balance and lifted his head. She protested with a murmur. Her grip on him tightened, the message clear... kiss me again . Another round of need roared through him. Ivar shook his head, and staring down at her from behind his wraparounds, leaned away. Eyes half hidden behind her lashes, she tugged harder. Baring his teeth, he reversed their positions, making her gasp as he shoved his thigh between her own, and pressed her back to the door.
    Her lips parted on an adorable little “O”. Shoulder blades flat against the wood panel, controlled now by him, she tipped her chin up. One hand still buried in his hair, the other slid around to stroke along his jaw. “You taste good. Come back.”
    “Tell me your name first.”
    Mischief sparked in her eyes. She shook head. “No names. Let’s keep it anonymous, okay?”
    Ivar’s eyes narrowed behind his Oakleys. No, not okay. Nothing about his encounter with her would be anonymous . Whether she knew it or not, he would know everything about her before he finished. So yeah. He wanted her name before he went any further. First. Last. Every hope and dream attached to her too...along with the reason she’d dragged him inside her home.
    Holding her immobile, he took off his sunglasses. Her breath caught. He held steady, refusing to look away even though he knew what she was seeing. Pink irises, unusual