Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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Noelle stood on the rooftop of Castle Falk. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite time of year. She’d just given her virginity to a man that she fully believed she was in love with, even though she knew him for a total of about ninety minutes. Said man just confessed that he was a five-hundred and ten-year old Dragon. An IceDragon to be exact.
“Are you warm enough?” Sander called above the wind. Snowflakes were falling heavily from the white sky and Noelle nodded as she snuggled down deeper into her borrowed parka.
He closed his brilliant teal eyes, and Noelle felt her heart pound. Holy crap. It was like every Christmas wish she’d ever made times ten was about to come true. Dragons? Real Dragons? Holy Christmas Wishes.
She watched as the air that surrounded Alexsander seemed to hum and shimmer. Like a thousand little fairy lights switching on and off at incredible speed. Magic. She knew about things like Pack bonds, but the transformation from human to Wolf was an unpleasant one, or so she had been told. She could only imagine what it would mean to turn into a Dragon.
Those little fairy lights blurred around in a fury of movement and she gasped as, an instant later, no more than a blinking of an eye, there was a forty-foot long, white Dragon standing before her.
He was, in a word, magnificent. Three horns spiraled out of his large, long head. Large, oval nostrils stood out at the tip of his long snout. Smoke puffed through them as he breathed. Familiar teal eyes gazed out at her and Noelle shivered at the look of pure possession in them. Did he just wink?
He spun around on his perch and she took in his huge wings that came out of his back. They were large and powerful looking with something that resembled spikes along the top ridge. He also had a long, spiked tail that swirled to and fro behind him. Like an excited puppy. She giggled at the thought, certain her Dragon would not be amused by the comparison.
Sander’s diamond shaped scales glittered under the bright sunlight making him hard to see among the clouds. In fact, if she turned her head a certain way he vanished right before her eyes. Like camouflage.
His chest was a bluish-white to her eyes, and she scanned every inch of him, unsure what it was she was looking for. He was so enormous and beautiful to her eyes. She stopped searching when she found the same rose-shaped tattoo that marked his skin when he was a man.
Not a tattoo exactly, it was something more. She felt drawn to the blue image. It was glowing, and the bud seemed larger, almost as if it was opening. Heat warmed the spot above her chest. The place mirrored the spot where Sander’s tattoo sat. Odd.
Noelle took a step back. Her heart was pounding at a furious rate. Then he caught her with his eyes. She felt hypnotized by him, but she knew this was no trick. Sander.
Her first and only lover, and if she was being honest, her first love, was a Dragon. She stepped forward slowly, amazed at the majesty and the beauty of Sander’s IceDragon.
“You’re beautiful,” magic and wonder filled her as she reached out with a trembling hand. He lowered his head. To her surprise, he wasn’t cold. His scales were cool and hard, but beneath them, he felt very warm.
He snorted, and Noelle giggled as a spray of soft snowflakes floated over her. He moved suddenly, and she stepped back, loving the way he stood tall with his wings open and lifted his head to the sky.
The Dragon rumbled, and from his mouth, he shot out a line of what looked like white fire, like lightning. It was beautiful. Noelle clapped her hands and laughed out loud.
More snow fell, and she spun round and round like a child. She threw her head back and caught some snow on her tongue. A moment later, she was caught in his arms as he reached out to her. He was a man once more. Her man, and he held onto her before she could stumble. She was dizzy and breathless and yes, so very much in love with him.
“That was amazing, oh Sander. Best Christmas gift ever.” She felt his hesitation and pushed further into his arms. Whatever this man, this Dragon was, he was her destiny. She felt it.
“What does that mean?” His crooked smile was perfection, and Noelle reached up and kissed him.
“I forgot. You never had a Christmas gift.”
“Are you warm enough?” Sander called above the wind. Snowflakes were falling heavily from the white sky and Noelle nodded as she snuggled down deeper into her borrowed parka.
He closed his brilliant teal eyes, and Noelle felt her heart pound. Holy crap. It was like every Christmas wish she’d ever made times ten was about to come true. Dragons? Real Dragons? Holy Christmas Wishes.
She watched as the air that surrounded Alexsander seemed to hum and shimmer. Like a thousand little fairy lights switching on and off at incredible speed. Magic. She knew about things like Pack bonds, but the transformation from human to Wolf was an unpleasant one, or so she had been told. She could only imagine what it would mean to turn into a Dragon.
Those little fairy lights blurred around in a fury of movement and she gasped as, an instant later, no more than a blinking of an eye, there was a forty-foot long, white Dragon standing before her.
He was, in a word, magnificent. Three horns spiraled out of his large, long head. Large, oval nostrils stood out at the tip of his long snout. Smoke puffed through them as he breathed. Familiar teal eyes gazed out at her and Noelle shivered at the look of pure possession in them. Did he just wink?
He spun around on his perch and she took in his huge wings that came out of his back. They were large and powerful looking with something that resembled spikes along the top ridge. He also had a long, spiked tail that swirled to and fro behind him. Like an excited puppy. She giggled at the thought, certain her Dragon would not be amused by the comparison.
Sander’s diamond shaped scales glittered under the bright sunlight making him hard to see among the clouds. In fact, if she turned her head a certain way he vanished right before her eyes. Like camouflage.
His chest was a bluish-white to her eyes, and she scanned every inch of him, unsure what it was she was looking for. He was so enormous and beautiful to her eyes. She stopped searching when she found the same rose-shaped tattoo that marked his skin when he was a man.
Not a tattoo exactly, it was something more. She felt drawn to the blue image. It was glowing, and the bud seemed larger, almost as if it was opening. Heat warmed the spot above her chest. The place mirrored the spot where Sander’s tattoo sat. Odd.
Noelle took a step back. Her heart was pounding at a furious rate. Then he caught her with his eyes. She felt hypnotized by him, but she knew this was no trick. Sander.
Her first and only lover, and if she was being honest, her first love, was a Dragon. She stepped forward slowly, amazed at the majesty and the beauty of Sander’s IceDragon.
“You’re beautiful,” magic and wonder filled her as she reached out with a trembling hand. He lowered his head. To her surprise, he wasn’t cold. His scales were cool and hard, but beneath them, he felt very warm.
He snorted, and Noelle giggled as a spray of soft snowflakes floated over her. He moved suddenly, and she stepped back, loving the way he stood tall with his wings open and lifted his head to the sky.
The Dragon rumbled, and from his mouth, he shot out a line of what looked like white fire, like lightning. It was beautiful. Noelle clapped her hands and laughed out loud.
More snow fell, and she spun round and round like a child. She threw her head back and caught some snow on her tongue. A moment later, she was caught in his arms as he reached out to her. He was a man once more. Her man, and he held onto her before she could stumble. She was dizzy and breathless and yes, so very much in love with him.
“That was amazing, oh Sander. Best Christmas gift ever.” She felt his hesitation and pushed further into his arms. Whatever this man, this Dragon was, he was her destiny. She felt it.
“What does that mean?” His crooked smile was perfection, and Noelle reached up and kissed him.
“I forgot. You never had a Christmas gift.”
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