Master of Frost

by Bolryder, Terry

  He cared about her, accepted her past as one more thing about her.

  Now she could finally move on.

  The thought made her feel like she was flying as she quickly pulled off her clothing and let him remove his.

  Naked was how she always wanted him, naked and breathing and loving and smiling… and all hers.

  “I love you,” she said, wanting to say it over and over now that it felt fine. “I love you more than I ever thought possible. I think I loved you from the start.”

  Dmitri laughed. “You have no idea how good it is to hear that.” He cupped her breasts, and she arched back at how good it felt. There was no pain any longer to impinge on things. She could feel simply good. “I’m sorry I misunderstood things. The night I told you that you were my mate.”

  “It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “I was speaking to someone who wasn’t there. I should have clarified sooner.”

  “Some things are hard to talk about,” Dmitri said.

  “And I don’t want to talk about them anymore,” she said, feeling more and more alive with each touch. “I want to focus on us and how good this feels now that there’s no reason to hold back.”

  He laughed. “Not that we’ve really held back before.”

  She sighed as he licked her nipple playfully, then sucked it into his mouth.

  “It’s hard to hold back when things feel so good. And it’s impossible not to be aware of your feelings when you know you could only feel this good with someone you love.”

  “So you always loved me.” He placed a kiss to her other breast. God, that was electric.

  “Of course I did,” Chelle said. “I wouldn’t have done anything with you if I didn’t. I’m only sorry it took me so long.”

  “It’s okay,” Dmitri said, running his hands down her waist as she sat up again, rubbing herself against his hard length. “We have a lot of time to make up for it. Many years together as mates.”

  “Mates,” she said wonderingly. “I never could have imagined.” She leaned forward so he could kiss her neck, her shoulders, her breasts once again as his hands caressed her back and hips.

  Everywhere he touched was on fire. Everywhere he touched was alive.

  She could feel herself, already heated and wet and ready for him. She pulled back from his kiss and looked down for his assent. When he nodded, she lowered herself over his length.

  Oh God, it was amazing. Nothing in the universe could feel as amazing as he did inside her, making all of her alive.

  Suddenly, life was extremely beautiful. The cool air in the room, the snow falling outside, the afternoon light streaming in. Dmitri’s breath, his chest rising and falling, his cheeks flushed with exertion, his hard length moving in and out, making them one.

  Her muscles clenching around him, her hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin and propping herself up. The way pleasure sparked with each of their movements.

  The way everything they did together was fun, no matter what it was, because they were just made to be together.

  God, she loved this man.

  She put her hands in her hair as she moved faster, taking him in and out, enjoying the rapture of their movements, the scent of sex, the sound of harried breathing.

  Everything was perfect.

  And then, moments later, she came, and as pleasure burst through her, so did all of her emotions, no longer held back by the past.

  “Dmitri,” she called out, looking down at him. “I truly love you.”

  He jerked and found his own release in response, and she watched him go, thinking it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

  When her orgasm was over, she slumped against him, still feeling the tiny aftershocks of his release as his arms wrapped around her tight.

  “I love you, too, Chelle,” he said. “I always will. So you agree to mate me?”

  She wrinkled her nose at him as she gently came off of him and rolled to be at his side. Resting her hand on his chest, she laughed softly. “Of course I will.”

  The confirmation seemed to make him even happier, and he insisted on rolling over and pulling her in close so they were face to face, bodies melding, legs intertwined.

  “I hope you know what you’re getting into, mating a dragon,” he said playfully. “Because you know I’m never going to let go.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping for,” she replied, stroking his forearm. “Because with all I have planned for you, we’re going to need centuries.”

  Nothing would be perfect. Sirens would still sound sometimes, life always held surprises, and no one could do anything about that.

  But living was worth it, and love was still a powerful healing force. And as long as Chelle had someone to love who loved her, she felt she could do anything in the world.

  Even be mated to a dragon.

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  Sincerely,

  Terry

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  Chapter 1

  Seaton was about ready to do something desperate.

  He and his siblings, once powerful sea dragons, had been awakened in the current world for more than a week now, and without the ability to gain their dragon forms or any knowledge of how life worked here in this time, things weren’t going well.

  Luckily, the local language seemed to be English. But any attempt to approach locals who came to the beach seemed to be met with fear or loathing. Or having some sort of enforcers called on them so they were forced to move the little camp they’d built down to another part of the beach that was more shaded.

  “I’m tired of fish,” Marina said, folding her arms. She wore an odd dress fashioned from old clothing she’d found amongst the trees and sand on the beach that had been left behind by humans. Her golden hair was bedraggled and her usually sparkling, excited eyes were dull in a way that concerned him.

  Kai, as usual, had resorted to silent anger, and he was right now cleaning a fish and preparing to cook it for Marina. She had fashioned a loin cloth for Kai and given a ragged pair of old pants to Seaton, but their measurements were not nearly the same as a mortal’s, and Seaton was sure he looked like some kind of washed-up sailor whenever he approached a human.

  Their cloaking abilities had been useful in running from the “enforcers,” the humans called the “police,” but not in anything else. They couldn’t stay long in the water, which was more than a little humiliating for dragons who once ruled the seas.

  Well, balanced it at least, Seaton thought as he sat on a driftwood log next to the fire Kai was making, propping up sticks as Marina inhaled and blew fire over the kindling, setting it alight.

  They still had many of their mysterious powers, but no ability to shift. If they could, they could easily travel by air to find others of their kind and even the oracle, to find out why they’d been summoned or awakened.

  He sighed as cold wind blew overhead and clouds covered the sky.<
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  “Kai, you aren’t helping things.”

  “It is not my job to help things,” Kai said stubbornly. “That is your job. Making things ‘right,’ making things ‘peaceful.’”

  “That isn’t my job anymore. We were sealed and sent to rest because we weren’t needed. And clearly, we don’t have our forms back so we aren’t supposed to go back to it.”

  Kai huffed. “Then what are we supposed to do?”

  “Make something work with the humans, I suppose. And wait for the other dragons to contact us,” Seaton retorted testily. A week on the beach with his surly brother had eroded his patience.

  “There is that restaurant up the road,” Marina said, her blue eyes flashing with hope for a moment.

  Seaton’s heart sank nervously. Above all, he didn’t want to go there. While cloaked and invisible, they had done some exploring to see their options and seen a small restaurant just a little ways down the road that seemed to cater to beach visitors.

  They also had used their cloaking to sit in at times and listen to the customers and get a feel for modern speech so when they did attempt to blend in, it would be easier.

  Humans were humans, and thus, all similar, no matter what time they came from.

  He was used to a certain response from any female he encountered, and he supposed if he had to, as a last resort, he could use that to get help.

  But he would rather not. He’d taken a liking to “Jenny,” the woman who ran the bar at the restaurant, a fiery, curvy woman who didn’t take any nonsense and so far didn’t believe any of the ranting customers who talked about a raggedy but beautiful man who had approached them on the beach.

  Something about her drew him in, so he often snuck away to watch her.

  He knew it was creepy, but he couldn’t help it. And he liked that, because she had never seen him, he’d never had to see the disdain on her face he received from other humans.

  He was a dragon. Powerful, benevolent, charming—or had been at one time. Every mermaid had fawned over him; every fish paid him deference. And he’d protected them all.

  But now he was a dragon out of water, unsure of his place in the world. Though, whenever he crouched, hidden and cloaked, outside the restaurant and watched Jenny, he couldn’t help feeling a little less lost.

  If he had to approach her, if he had to break this magical, non-awkwardness between them, then he would.

  But he didn’t have to like it. No, not at all.

  “You have to do it,” Marina said, watching him and probably sensing his reticence. “Can you imagine if we sent Kai?”

  Seaton shook his head, wrinkling his nose. “No, of course not.” Seaton had always been the diplomat, the one to negotiate with the oracle or other land dragons.

  But this world was so different.

  Still, before men chased him off or women showed visible fear, there was something else in their eyes when they looked at him, and while Seaton didn’t know if Jenny would have that in her eyes when she looked at him, he knew if she did, he could use it to his advantage.

  To help his family and find an anchor in this world.

  Because right now, he felt like seaweed floating uselessly this way and that on the waves, helpless.

  He balled his hands into fists, deciding it was time to take control of the situation.

  “All right,” he said. “I’ll do it. But first, I’m going to take a shower.”

  There was a small waste disposal facility with showers down the beach from the restaurant so customers could clean off before coming in, and Seaton and his siblings had sometimes availed themselves of it.

  Seaton liked to go first so while he waited for the others, he could watch Jenny again.

  Creepy, true, but so was everything about his existence at the moment—hiding on a beach, killing fish, avoiding contact with humans.

  Surely, stepping out into the light wasn’t the worst that could happen.

  And maybe she would be different than other humans. Maybe Jenny, with her gorgeous, reddish-brown hair and sparkly, green-and-brown eyes, would give them a chance.

  He gave himself a once-over as he strode down the water’s edge in the direction of the restaurant. Even after a week of living on fish, his muscular physique hadn’t been affected, and he’d been told many times (and not only by his sister) that he was almost supernaturally handsome.

  Hopefully, that would mean something to Jenny after all.

  * * *

  Jenny Reed looked down the beach with a raised eyebrow as the showers she’d installed next to the public bathroom turned on. Lately, they seemed to be malfunctioning, turning on at odd times when no one was there and spraying the water in weird directions.

  She’d told Drew about it, but as usual, he’d been too busy to do anything about it.

  All she wanted was to own this restaurant on her own, to take care of her customers without the threat of him coming around. He’d already proved he couldn’t be there for her, and she regretted ever going into business with him.

  She should have known better than to get professionally involved with someone she’d always known wanted more.

  She rested her cheek on her hand and sighed at the cool ocean breeze wafting through. When the weather turned colder, she had fewer customers, usually people just driving by to see the coast. She hated to see the end of high season. It meant she would have to close the doors that led to the beach and lose a lot of the natural light.

  The front door to her bar opened, and Drew walked in, looking lazily pleased with his place in the universe, as usual.

  “Hey,” he said in a deep voice, straightening a little as he walked over.

  Despite his dark hair and gray eyes and what some might consider handsome, if slightly coarse, features, she wasn’t attracted to him. She’d never been. He’d become her friend quickly when she moved here, acting as if all he wanted to do was help. He’d offered up capital, saying he thought her business was a good idea, but as the months had gone by, it had become clear he was more interested in her than the restaurant.

  One of those “nice” guys who was nice only when it suited him.

  And lately, he seemed to be getting impatient.

  “You didn’t say you were coming,” she said.

  “Do I need an excuse to visit the bar I own with you?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at her with a narrow-eyed look that always made her want to crawl under the bar until he left.

  But she wasn’t like that, so she stood firm, grabbing a glass to dry as a way to keep her hands busy as she shook her head. “No, but it would be nice, since I don’t expect it, as you’re never here.”

  He sat on stool and leaned in uncomfortably close to her. She was a short woman, and it wasn’t hard to make her feel small and intimidated.

  Not that she would ever let him see that.

  “How’s business?” he asked.

  “Good,” she said. She jerked her head in the direction of the beach. “The shower is still broken. Do you want me to get someone to take a look at it?”

  He shook his head, reaching over to grab a glass and helping himself to a beer from the tap. “It’ll resolve. Just weird piping or something, I’m sure.”

  Well, that was kind of the point of needing a plumber, but she decided to keep it to herself. If he really wasn’t planning to do anything about it, she would just hire someone behind his back and say it resolved on its own.

  She reached out, taking a deep breath, and put a hand on his, hoping that would keep him calm for what was coming. “Look, Drew, when are you going to let me buy you out of your part in this? I know it’s not your thing, and—”

  Despite the fact that she’d brought this up before and he’d never reacted well to it, she was still unprepared for his reaction.

  His expression darkened and he knocked over his beer as he shot up, grabbing her wrist and making her yelp painfully.

  “Stop that,” a loud voice commanded from the direction of the back do
ors that were open to the beach, and she and Drew both looked over in shock to see someone standing there that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

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