What happens when fire meets ice? Ice had traveled the realms for centuries searching for the ice elementals, others of her kind but she was alone always alone. Never staying one place for long because sooner or later her mere presence caused the temperature of the land to drop to a killing freeze. Until she found the one place her powers had no effect. And perhaps the one being who could counter her freeze.
Running from a destiny not of his own choosing, Arch finally found the one person who could make him stop running. But Ice must never learn the truth. A fire demon destroyed her world and he was his father’s son.
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From the moment she’d entered the room Arch tracked her movement, curious about her. When the young wizard at the bar spoke to her he found himself rising off the chair to go and rip his head off. He had to lower himself back into the seat and force himself to relax. Soon the notes of a horn filled the room from the music box and the female took the dance floor. Her back was to him but she pushed the hood off her hair and shook out her tresses. That organ in his chest sped up to push more fire through his blood.
An ice maiden! Fucking impossible! Her kind had been gone from the realms for centuries. But the icicles hanging off the end of her waist-length blue and silver hair said otherwise. Then she began to sway and he forgot about everything else. The sight of her hips moving from side to side completely mesmerized him, when she turned around to face him he damn near shot his seed into the leather pants he wore. Bad enough his dick strained against the confines of its restrictions, causing him pain. So that’s what she had hidden under that coat. Curves where a woman should curve and a waist tiny enough for his hands to span from tip to tip. Damn, he whispered under his breath. Surprise, surprise.
He could only sit back and enjoy the show. The pleasure she took in her movements brought a smile to his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that if ever, at least one born of pure joy instead of vicious glee. She stopped after only two songs and it wasn’t until she sat down he realized although the tavern had become more crowded while she danced, instead of the place heating up she’d cooled it down. An ice princess indeed. The male she sat near leaned closer to her to say something and Arch shot to his feet. What the hell was he doing? Instead of marching over there and ripping the bastard’s heart out, he left the tavern and walked out into the night. Stopping on the sidewalk he took a few deep breaths of the night air to get his temperature down. He didn’t dare glance back at the entrance to the tavern for fear he’d go back inside and beat the little shit for talking to a woman he didn’t know.
Arch straightened up and walked in the direction of the inn where he was staying. His thoughts on the strange inhabitants of the tavern but one in particular, who intrigued him. Who would have thought icicles could turn him on? He wondered if his heat would melt the ice coating her hair, and would it be soft to his touch when he did? Already knowing he would find out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman, not his nature to deny himself, but they’d been running for awhile now and he missed lying amidst the softness a female provided. A respite from his flight. The ice princess seemed to be one of the regulars in the tavern; he might have to become one, too. The next time he saw her he’d have her, he promised himself. And he never made a promise he didn’t keep. Arch had gone a few blocks from the tavern when the disturbance in the air from cool to hot behind him provided his only warning. He spun around in time to see a hell gate open, flames rising up from the ground to lick at the air and three Furia, hell’s guardians, step through.
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From the moment she’d entered the room Arch tracked her movement, curious about her. When the young wizard at the bar spoke to her he found himself rising off the chair to go and rip his head off. He had to lower himself back into the seat and force himself to relax. Soon the notes of a horn filled the room from the music box and the female took the dance floor. Her back was to him but she pushed the hood off her hair and shook out her tresses. That organ in his chest sped up to push more fire through his blood.
An ice maiden! Fucking impossible! Her kind had been gone from the realms for centuries. But the icicles hanging off the end of her waist-length blue and silver hair said otherwise. Then she began to sway and he forgot about everything else. The sight of her hips moving from side to side completely mesmerized him, when she turned around to face him he damn near shot his seed into the leather pants he wore. Bad enough his dick strained against the confines of its restrictions, causing him pain. So that’s what she had hidden under that coat. Curves where a woman should curve and a waist tiny enough for his hands to span from tip to tip. Damn, he whispered under his breath. Surprise, surprise.
He could only sit back and enjoy the show. The pleasure she took in her movements brought a smile to his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that if ever, at least one born of pure joy instead of vicious glee. She stopped after only two songs and it wasn’t until she sat down he realized although the tavern had become more crowded while she danced, instead of the place heating up she’d cooled it down. An ice princess indeed. The male she sat near leaned closer to her to say something and Arch shot to his feet. What the hell was he doing? Instead of marching over there and ripping the bastard’s heart out, he left the tavern and walked out into the night. Stopping on the sidewalk he took a few deep breaths of the night air to get his temperature down. He didn’t dare glance back at the entrance to the tavern for fear he’d go back inside and beat the little shit for talking to a woman he didn’t know.
Arch straightened up and walked in the direction of the inn where he was staying. His thoughts on the strange inhabitants of the tavern but one in particular, who intrigued him. Who would have thought icicles could turn him on? He wondered if his heat would melt the ice coating her hair, and would it be soft to his touch when he did? Already knowing he would find out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman, not his nature to deny himself, but they’d been running for awhile now and he missed lying amidst the softness a female provided. A respite from his flight. The ice princess seemed to be one of the regulars in the tavern; he might have to become one, too. The next time he saw her he’d have her, he promised himself. And he never made a promise he didn’t keep. Arch had gone a few blocks from the tavern when the disturbance in the air from cool to hot behind him provided his only warning. He spun around in time to see a hell gate open, flames rising up from the ground to lick at the air and three Furia, hell’s guardians, step through.
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