Page 7 of Lachlan

The woman Lachlan had known, the moment he looked at her, was destined to be his elusive true mate.

He had no idea how she could be when his heightened senses told him she was completely human, and she looked to only be aged about twenty in human years. Yet he knew, without a single doubt, that this young woman was the destined other half of both him and his dragon.

The same woman who was staring at him as if she’d seen a ghost.

Or a dragon.

Belle had finally managed to turn her head and could now see, in light reflecting in from the snow outside, that the man standing at the back of the cave washuge.

He wasn’t just tall and muscular, but stood at least six and a half feet tall, with shoulders so wide, Belle was sure he must have trouble getting through normal doorways. His hair was silver. Not gray or white but a pure burnished silver. It was alsobrushed straight back from a face that didn’t look old enough for him to have that color hair.

An arrestingly beautiful face while also being completely masculine.

He had sharp slashes of silver hair for eyebrows. Eerily pale and piercing gray eyes. Cheekbones so sharp, they literally looked as if they had the ability to cut if they were touched.

A neatly shaped beard covered the lower half of his face, but Belle was pretty sure his jaw would be just as inflexible as his cheekbones.

Unlike her own cumbersome clothing, this man wore a black leather jacket over a black T-shirt, with black jeans molded to his long and muscular legs, and heavy black biker boots on his very large feet.

Well, of course he’d need to have big feet, Belle reasoned. He would need them to support and hold up that huge body.

And…she was becoming hysterical again by allowing her thoughts to dwell on things that were totally irrelevant and not at all helpful to her situation.

Whatever that situation was.

She moistened the cold of her lips with the tip of her tongue before speaking huskily. “Where did you come from?”

For a moment, it seemed as if a fire flared in the depths of those pale eyes.

A fire Belle convinced herself she must have imagined after she had blinked and now saw those eyes were still their normal icy gray.

The man bent slightly to step into the middle of the cave. He immediately dwarfed the space when he once again straightened to his natural height. “There’s an opening back there that goes through the caverns and passageways inside the mountain before opening out onto the other side.”

God, that voice!

Belle’d never heard anything as powerful as that deep growl.

A growl that caused her body to tingle, her nipples to harden, and between her thighs to warm.

What the hell…?

Belle had never been aroused by a man’s appearance before, let alone the sound of his voice!

In this man’s case, an appearance that was as imposing as his voice was sexy.

Well, she’d definitely been aroused byboththose things now!

She’d been sitting in this cold and barren cave for a very long time, during the long, dark hours of the night and this morning, all the time afraid she must be slowly freezing to death.

Yet after hearing this man’s voice and glancing at his sharply mesmerizing features, every part of her had heated and responded in ways that made her bra chafe uncomfortably against her swollen nipples and her panties feel wet from the release of arousal between her thighs.

Which, considering how dire her circumstances were, was totally illogical.

And Belle had always been very logical in everything she did.

Except for believing in dragons, a voice mocked inside her head.

Okay, yes, that was a little illogical. But so was believing in unicorns, and a lot of so-called normal people believed those magical creatures had once existed too.

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