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

enough in the Dragonkind gene pool, almost non-existent in the human world. Well, except in lab rats and albinos.
    Of which, he was neither.
    “Your eyes,” she whispered, her gaze steady on his. Needing to see her reaction, Ivar let her look. Most ran scared when they saw his eyes. The blonde, however, surprised him. Instead of trying to get away, she lifted her hand, and touch gentle, traced the curve of his eyebrow with her fingertip. “But you’re not an albino.”
    Smart as well as beautiful. A stirring combination, one that made him want her more. “How do you know?”
    “Steady pigment. Normal skin color,” she said, awe in her voice, something close to scientific interest in her eyes. Changing course, she caressed the day old stubble on his jaw. Red whiskers, the same color as the hair on his head. “You’re a genetic anomaly.”
    In her world, maybe. He was 100 percent normal in his. “Do you care?”
    “No.”
    “Then tell me why I’m here.”
    “Guess.”
    “Lay it out for me instead.” A touch cruel, perhaps, but he wanted to hear her say it. Needed her to admit her need and ask him to assuage it. But as she squirmed, struggling to find the right words, silence stretched between them. She opened, then closed her mouth...twice. Amused by her speechlessness, Ivar took pity and raised a brow. “You looking for a fast fuck with a complete stranger?”
    The crude language made her flinch.
    Shock flared in her eyes a second before her face heated. Crimson spread in a glori ous wave across her cheekbones. Ivar went still as he watched her. Instinct spiked. All kinds of assumptions followed. His mouth curved. Well, would you look at that? Little Ms. Aggressive was just a teensy bit shy. Which told him more than he needed to know. Good girl gone bad. She carried all the markers. He could smell it on her, the need to go rogue, if only for one night.
    “Tell me true, kitten.” Shifting against her, he glanced over his shoulder. With a flick, he tossed his Oakleys across the kitchen. The pair landed on the countertop, then slid, colliding with her purse as he returned his attention to her. Wide brown eyes met his. “Is that what you want from me? Are you going to open up and let me all the way in...deep, deep inside?”
    Her blush deepened, but she didn’t back down. She nodded instead.
    “No anonymity, then. Give me your name.”
    “Sasha.”
    “Pretty name,” he murmured, giving into a smile. He couldn’t help it. She was perfect. So beautiful with her pale skin and dark eyes. And her name. God, it was perfect too. Of Russian origin, a name he could say with relish. One that reminded him of home and happier times, of things long forgotten until now. Cupping her cheek, he caressed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, then leaned in and kissed her. A gentle touch. Hardly a kiss at all. The mere brush of his mouth against hers. “Ivar.”
    “Nice to meet you, Ivar.” Tone naughty, his name rolled off her tongue. Pleasure skittered down his spine. Lips curved up at the corners, she shifted on his thigh, and undulating against him, showed him what she wanted. “Now, if you don’t mind...”
    Ivar didn’t. Not even a little. He was all in. Willing to play the game, completely committed to her pleasure as long as he received some in return. “Fast or slow the first time, Sasha?”
    She blinked in surprise. “The first time?”
    “You invited me in, kitten,” he said, giving her fair warning. “I’m not leaving until I get my fill, so...fast or slow?”
    A fine tremor rolled through her. “Fast.”
    “As you wish.”
    He murmured the words against her mouth. His tone said acquiesce. His touch, however, said something else. Dominant to the core, Ivar took over. Kissing her deep, he fisted his hands in her skirt. A quick tug pulled it up her torso. A firmer yank drew the soft material over her head and...Jesus help him. She’d dressed to kill tonight. Silky dress. Sexy high-heeled boots.