Fury Of Fate: A Dragonfury Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Senses honed by years of war, he fell into habit and scanned the layout over the top of her head. Small kitchen. Open plan set up. No threat in sight. Thank fuck. He didn’t know what he would’ve done had the enemy been standing in the middle of her living room. Died, most likely ’cause...man. He couldn’t think straight. Not with her all over him. Sweet feminine curves—all the soft skin pressed up against him—negated brain function, shoving him in one direction. Toward blind lust. Into raging need. Distracting him with a hunger so intense he wanted to fall in with the plan. Consequences be damned. Not smart. Or anywhere near advisable. Ivar knew it. Kept telling himself being this close to another without any intel was a bad idea, but...hmm. She was incredible. So soft in his arms. So beautiful with her blonde hair messed up and desire shining in her dark brown eyes. Her mouth brushed the corner of his. He swallowed a sudden case of dry mouth and tried to hang on.
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