Page 427 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

Chapter 34

Somewhere in that foggy limbo between waking and sleep, she dreamed Snow returned, his warm arms encircling her as they had on Christmas Eve, his fur so soft she wanted nothing more than to stroke it, stroke him, all night.

She knew she'd slipped into a dream when he began to stroke her, too, and kiss her, but she didn't want to open her eyes, for that would end the dream. He peeled off her wet clothes, so that she was naked in his arms, but he didn't stop stroking, didn't stop kissing, leaving fire trails across her skin where he touched her, even with the warm, soft fur at her back telling her this was only a dream.

And then he placed the softest kiss on her thigh, higher than anyone else had ever touched, and her eyes flew open in surprise.

A white head sat between her thighs, her legs lifted over his shoulders, and then he kissed her again, higher still, before his fingers stroked her and she cried out, "Snow!"

He lifted his head and grinned at her, those same eyes in a human face, beneath hair so fair she'd thought it was white. "My sweet, sweet Rose. My true name is Boris, and you don't know how long I've dreamed of hearing your voice say it." His fingers stroked her again, slipping inside her.

A white bearskin cloak lay beneath her, as the man who'd worn it did the most delicious things with his hands and his tongue. She wanted this, more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life.

She wet her lips. "Boris." A spark of something shot deep inside her from where he touched her, setting her nerves afire, and she arched her back in pleasure. "Oh, Boris! My prince."

Dark soulful eyes regarded her, as his fingers never stopped moving, accompanied by the occasional kiss. Pleasure built and built, until it overflowed in an explosion of light.

"You don't know how long I've dreamed of you, like this," he said, his fingers already stroking her again.

Rossa did not want to admit it, but she'd dreamed of him, too, though she'd never been able to see his face. Now…

She tangled her hands in his hair – human hair, not fur – and dared to ask, "Was it this good in your dreams?"

He laughed softly, kissing her thigh again. "Nothing could compare to the wonder that is you, right here and now."

And as she screamed his name, she found herself without the breath to tell him she felt the same. But from the look in his eyes, she suspected he knew.

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