Fury of Fate: A Dragonfury Short Story by Coreene Callahan Read Free Book Online

his head. Palming his shoulder, Sasha gave him a playful shove. He complied, rolling off her and onto his back. She shifted in a hurry, and pressing her hand to his chest, popped to her feet. She landed without making a sound, one foot planted on either side of his hips, and stood over him. The position smacked of dominance. Something Sasha knew she would never be but...hmm. It was nice to pretend, if only for a moment. Especially with Ivar staring at her. His expression said it all. He found her beautiful. Liked too that she stood her ground, refusing to let shyness win, allowing him to look his fill. And he did, leaving none of her untouched as his gaze roamed over her breasts and belly, tracking south over private curls.
    Her breath caught as his mouth parted. Anticipation tightened its grip, rumbling through her as she read his intent. The heat in his eyes gave it away. Now she knew what he was thinking. Next time he made love to her it wouldn’t happen fast. Which meant, he’d have plenty of time to do what his gaze promised and...
    Taste the curls between her thighs.
    “Ice cream first,” he murmured, giving her the distinct impression he’d just read her mind.
    The thought circled inside her head, but lost speed when Ivar planted a hand on the floor and pushed to his feet. Taut muscles flexed in an impressive show of strength. Sasha bit the inside of her lip and stepped back, giving him room to maneuver in the small space, but didn’t look away. Mercy, he was something. A rare sight with his bare chest on display and button-fly wide open, jeans hanging low on his lean hips.
    “God, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered, mouth running away with her brain.
    “All the better to please you with, my dear.”
    Sasha rolled her eyes and turned toward the fridge. “Turning into the big bad wolf, are you?”
    “Maybe,” he murmured from right behind her. So close. Barely an inch away. Within striking distance while he played the big bad wolf to perfection, crowding her without touching. Warm and minty sweet, his breath ghosted across the nape of her neck. Frissons of awareness exploded down her spine, making Sasha conscious of how much bigger he was than her. And that he could hurt her...if she let him. “Would you like that, Sasha?”
    “I don’t like it rough,” she said, reaching for the freezer handle. A hard tug, and the door opened with a suctioning hiss. Nerve endings on fire, throat gone tight, Sasha grabbed a pint of strawberry ice cream, then glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze collided with his. She warned him with a look. “Don’t go there, Ivar.”
    Mischief and something more—respect maybe?—flared in his eyes. “Fair enough, kitten.”
    She pointed to the cabinets behind him. “Spoons...third drawer from the right.”
    With a nod, he turned toward the peninsula and went hunting. Silverware rattled in the utensil tray. The drawer closed with a bang. With a quick pivot, Ivar spun back toward her, and grabbing hold, picked her up. Sasha yelped as her feet left the floor. She bobbled the ice cream, playing hot potato with the cold container as he swung her into his arms. Cradled against him, she opened her mouth to protest. Ivar shook his head and put himself in gear. Five strides took them into the living room. Skirting the armchair, he sidestepped the coffee table, and doing an about face, sat in the middle of the couch. Plump cushions sighed, accepting his weight as he settled her astride him—bottom against his thighs, knees hugging his hips, core pressed to his button-fly.
    Surprise stepped aside, making room for arousal. Sasha blinked. “Wow.”
    “Quick when I want to be, Sasha.”
    No kidding. Downright sneaky too...in a hot caveman kind of way.
    The devil in his eyes, he held hers for a moment, then reached out, and took the Haagen Dazs out of her hand. Popping the top, he dug in, creating the perfect pink curl on the spoon. Presenting it to her, he offered her the first bite. She