NocC 018 - Kristin Miller - Forbidden by Fate - Harlequin 2012-07 by Nocturne
Book: NocC 018 - Kristin Miller - Forbidden by Fate - Harlequin 2012-07 by Nocturne
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Chapter One
He was coming for her.
No matter the years spent apart or the order from the Alpha of her werewolf pack forbidding them to be together, Damon Frost—the Draco who had Sasha’s heart clutched in his grasp—was finally coming for her.
Seven agonizing years later.
The dark outline of Damon’s wings could barely be seen beating over the tree line to the west, but she could feel him closing in. Electricity sparked in the air like a Feralon lightning storm, starting a fire in her heart. As Sasha Moore leaned over the balcony of stone-faced Were Mountain, peering through black-and-blue cloud cover, anxiety peaked in her core, freezing the blood in her veins.
How much had Damon changed? Sasha wondered. Would she still know how to make him smile? How to rile him up and turn him on?
Hell, how much hadshe changed?
Her hair was darker, almost midnight-black, and had grown down to her waist since she’d seen him. She’d gotten curvier, too. Would he like the memory of her more than the woman she’d matured into? Maybe he wouldn’t want her with the same intensity…
She didn’t have much time to think things through. Damon closed in on the balcony, the strong beat of his wings pounding the cool night air. Sasha jumped back with a gasp as the massive length of his wings flapped quickly before he settled with a thud, a few steps in front of her.
Good Lord, Damon was gigantic! The breadth of his chest formed an impenetrable gray wall of sculpted muscle covered by silky soft scales. He was easily the largest dragon to grace Feralon’s skies. Strong, yet lean. Majestic. Silver scales rippled down his twitching flanks. Steel-gray eyes measured her, boring right through her skin, as if he could see the wolf lurking within her.
Sasha stepped back as he rocketed forward. He breathed heavily, the steam from his long snout mixing with the breath pushing out of her mouth. For a second—a stupid, wavering second—Sasha thought about running back inside her den, closing the door and calling the whole thing off.
He shouldn’t have come.
The time they lost couldn’t be reclaimed. She was insane for thinking it could. It was gone forever. Everything had changed.
But then he sat back on his haunches and tucked his sparkling silver wings against himself. Gave a little shudder and shifted back into his Draco, or human, form. Even though he was buck naked with layers of sweat glistening over his chiseled body, Damon didn’t hide or turn away. He closed the distance between them in a single stride, his eyes burning such a light gray, they were nearly white. He grabbed Sasha around the waist, pulling her tightly against him.
She didn’t have time to think. Or breathe. His hands and mouth were suddenly everywhere, exploring and possessing her body. He kneaded her breasts, her backside, claiming her mouth with his tongue and fisting handfuls of her hair. He sucked the breath from her mouth, nipped at her earlobe and bit into the flesh on her neck.
No matter how Damon fed Sasha’s hunger, she was starving for him. For his touch. For his mouth. His tongue. She yearned to slide down his chiseled body and take the full length of him in her mouth. She wanted her naked body pressed against his. She wanted to be straddled over him. Pinned beneath him. Falling around him and losing her mind as he pushed her toward orgasm, here and now.
Desperate to touch him skin to skin, Sasha reached behind her, untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. With a low, pained groan, Damon kissed her harder, deeper. He roped one of her legs around his waist and his fingers found her core, hot and wet with desire.
“Ready for the past and future to collide, my love?” Damon growled into her neck.
She nodded frantically, legs trembling, breath hitching. Letting her head rest on the stone behind her, Sasha braced for Damon to drive into her.
Regardless of the years that had passed, Sasha wanted him. Needed
He was coming for her.
No matter the years spent apart or the order from the Alpha of her werewolf pack forbidding them to be together, Damon Frost—the Draco who had Sasha’s heart clutched in his grasp—was finally coming for her.
Seven agonizing years later.
The dark outline of Damon’s wings could barely be seen beating over the tree line to the west, but she could feel him closing in. Electricity sparked in the air like a Feralon lightning storm, starting a fire in her heart. As Sasha Moore leaned over the balcony of stone-faced Were Mountain, peering through black-and-blue cloud cover, anxiety peaked in her core, freezing the blood in her veins.
How much had Damon changed? Sasha wondered. Would she still know how to make him smile? How to rile him up and turn him on?
Hell, how much hadshe changed?
Her hair was darker, almost midnight-black, and had grown down to her waist since she’d seen him. She’d gotten curvier, too. Would he like the memory of her more than the woman she’d matured into? Maybe he wouldn’t want her with the same intensity…
She didn’t have much time to think things through. Damon closed in on the balcony, the strong beat of his wings pounding the cool night air. Sasha jumped back with a gasp as the massive length of his wings flapped quickly before he settled with a thud, a few steps in front of her.
Good Lord, Damon was gigantic! The breadth of his chest formed an impenetrable gray wall of sculpted muscle covered by silky soft scales. He was easily the largest dragon to grace Feralon’s skies. Strong, yet lean. Majestic. Silver scales rippled down his twitching flanks. Steel-gray eyes measured her, boring right through her skin, as if he could see the wolf lurking within her.
Sasha stepped back as he rocketed forward. He breathed heavily, the steam from his long snout mixing with the breath pushing out of her mouth. For a second—a stupid, wavering second—Sasha thought about running back inside her den, closing the door and calling the whole thing off.
He shouldn’t have come.
The time they lost couldn’t be reclaimed. She was insane for thinking it could. It was gone forever. Everything had changed.
But then he sat back on his haunches and tucked his sparkling silver wings against himself. Gave a little shudder and shifted back into his Draco, or human, form. Even though he was buck naked with layers of sweat glistening over his chiseled body, Damon didn’t hide or turn away. He closed the distance between them in a single stride, his eyes burning such a light gray, they were nearly white. He grabbed Sasha around the waist, pulling her tightly against him.
She didn’t have time to think. Or breathe. His hands and mouth were suddenly everywhere, exploring and possessing her body. He kneaded her breasts, her backside, claiming her mouth with his tongue and fisting handfuls of her hair. He sucked the breath from her mouth, nipped at her earlobe and bit into the flesh on her neck.
No matter how Damon fed Sasha’s hunger, she was starving for him. For his touch. For his mouth. His tongue. She yearned to slide down his chiseled body and take the full length of him in her mouth. She wanted her naked body pressed against his. She wanted to be straddled over him. Pinned beneath him. Falling around him and losing her mind as he pushed her toward orgasm, here and now.
Desperate to touch him skin to skin, Sasha reached behind her, untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. With a low, pained groan, Damon kissed her harder, deeper. He roped one of her legs around his waist and his fingers found her core, hot and wet with desire.
“Ready for the past and future to collide, my love?” Damon growled into her neck.
She nodded frantically, legs trembling, breath hitching. Letting her head rest on the stone behind her, Sasha braced for Damon to drive into her.
Regardless of the years that had passed, Sasha wanted him. Needed
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