The Falk Clan Complete Series

by C. D. Gorri

  I’m not going anywhere, she thought. She chose this, chose to be there with him. Yes, she thought, I am staying here with you.

  She reached up with her hands, forgetting all her clumsy shyness. She wrapped them firmly around his neck and pressed herself fully against his chest kissing him back with everything she had.

  It was true, she didn’t know anything about him. Only that he was probably a Werewolf and that she had never felt so alive as when he was kissing her. More than that, an overwhelming sense of rightness filled her. As if she belonged there, with him. Yes.

  All her life she wished for a happily ever after. She’d thought she was blessed being born on Christmas Day, and yet she’d always felt so alone. Till now.

  Sander made her feel alive. True, he had a sort of sadness about him. She didn’t quite understand it. After all, how could someone so beautiful be sad? Maybe if she kept kissing him, that look would vanish.

  Noelle ran her hands through his thick, wavy hair, down his muscled back and, finally to his perfectly formed ass. Before she knew it, she was the aggressor. Kissing and tasting, putting his hands where she wanted them and ignoring his flinch when she brushed against the left one. She held his wrist firm when he would have pulled away and opened her eyes.

  “Maybe we should stop,” his whisper was more grunt than words.

  “No, Sander, I don’t want to stop.”

  Noelle felt his hesitation. She took his left hand and brought it to her lips, never breaking eye contact. She kissed his fingertips and the scar where the rest of his fingers should be.

  Then, she lifted it to her lace-covered breast. He hissed out a breath as Noelle’s head sagged backwards. She sighed and fit herself more fully into his hand. Using his long fingers to caress her exposed flesh and, finally, after tugging one breast free, she held him tight against her, using his fingertips to tease her sensitive nipple. She groaned at the sensation.

  “Noelle,” he breathed her name, making it sound more like a wish than a statement, “Noelle,” once more against her throat and she shuddered under his lips and tongue as he kissed his way from her neck to her mouth.

  Before she knew it, they were both almost nude. Clothing littered the floor, hers and his both. He reached down and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. She swallowed his grunt of approval as she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him.

  When she opened her eyes again, they were in a bedroom decorated in soft grays. She leaned back as he placed her on the massive bed and loomed over her with his big body. His body tensed as he took her in with his eyes.

  She appreciated his beauty in that moment. His muscular frame was perfection itself. Never having done this before, she exhaled as anxiety threatened to take over.

  Before she had time to freak out, he kissed her. His lips travelled down her neck, exposing the soft side of her throat to his tongue and teeth. Next, he found the tops of her breasts. She nearly leapt out of her skin when his hot mouth closed over one lace covered nipple. She groaned out his name as he tugged on her tight little bud with his teeth. Her eyes flew open at the tide of pleasure and landed on the most beautiful piece of artwork she’d ever seen hanging on his wall.

  “That’s beautiful,” she gasped, and he looked up to see what she was staring at.

  A tapestry, she thought, but it was entirely unique. It glistened and glittered in the white light coming from the enormous window. It was a scene of a snow-covered field with huge, snow-frosted trees and a frozen creek running down the middle.

  A perfect picture of winter beauty, still and serene. The one bit of color came from a single red cardinal that sat perched on a silvery branch. The only bit of warmth in that glittery gray world. Noelle loved it.

  “Like it?”

  “Oh, yes. Where did you get it? It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

  “I made it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I weave tapestries, it’s how I process my life’s experiences, I guess. I just feel the desire in me to create and I must,” he talked for a moment more about his art while she listened underneath him, clad in nothing but her panties and yet it seemed right. She realized these were things he’d never shared with anyone, and it warmed her.

  “Well, you should never stop, it’s so beautiful, Sander.”

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he seemed to ask a question with his eyes, and she nodded.

  He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers, then he gently and reverently relieved her of her underthings. All the while, he kissed and nipped her skin, leaving trails of fire in his wake.

  Noelle wasn’t uncomfortable with her body, but this was the first time she’d been entirely naked with someone else in the room as an adult. She sucked in air, but still she couldn’t seem to breathe.

  Her heart hammered in her chest. Sander’s eyes seemed to glow as his mouth latched onto hers. Desperation, desire, and so much more burned into her soul from that single kiss.

  Her body hummed, and she grasped his hair, his shoulders, the smooth lines of his back as pressed her down into the mattress. She was mindless with need.

  Noelle bucked under his touch as he slid his hands up her legs to the insides of her thighs. He took a moment to caress the soft skin there before pressing her legs open. She sucked in a breath, his eyes delving into her as he reached up and touched her, where no man ever had. She gasped as he parted her lips, and pressed one long finger into the hot, wetness there.

  “You are untouched,” he looked shocked and pleased at the same time. Heat flared in his teal eyes.

  “Does that bother you?” She was grateful for some reason that she’d saved herself for now, for him.

  “Bother me? No, quite the opposite. Your first time is a gift, are you certain you want me? I’m maimed,” he said the word as if he hated it.

  “You mean your hand?” Noelle was angry. Not at him, but for him. At whoever made him feel less than what he was, magnificent.

  “Aye. Yes. My burden.”

  “You listen to me, Sander Falk, that doesn’t make one bit of difference to me. It doesn’t change the man you are.”

  “You don’t know me, Noelle.”

  “Look at me, I know it’s fast, and it seems impossible, but I swear to you this feels more right than anything else in the world to me. I know you, Sander,” and she believed her words.

  He was her very own Christmas wish, finally coming true.

  CHAPTER 7

  Sander closed his eyes, testing the sincerity of her words. Yes, she spoke the truth. She was more than willing to give herself to him.

  Him. Unworthy of her perfection. Disfigured beast destined to roam alone.

  He sighed, the struggle not to give in to his doubts was great. Es Meus. He felt his Dragon vying for control. The great white beast demanded he claim her. Es Meus, the growl grew louder in his head.

  “Noelle, if I, if we do this, I do not think I-”

  “Shh, Sander, I want this, here and now, with you.”

  She flexed her hips against his hand and loved the way his eyes closed on his groan of pleasure. She reached down the length of his body boldly with warm, gentle hands.

  He watched as she tugged his briefs down and used her foot to push the material all the way down. When he was bare to her, she gasped with eyes wide and bright. She bit her lower lip and ran her hands over the swell of his cock.

  Sander hissed as she stroked him tentatively. She opened her legs wide and wrapped her feet around his calves pulling him closer. Her lips touched his chest and moved upwards, traveling until they met his. Her woman’s warmth spread open and willing beneath him. All rational thought left his head.

  The scent of her arousal wafted into his nostrils, the cinnamon and ginger spice seemed to roll off her in waves. Sander wondered if she’d taste of it. He bent his head and sucked on her lips, gentleness gave way to passion and soon they were both panting.

  Her fingers found his chest. She traced the sli
ghtly raised, blue mark that sat there. Normals likened it to a tattoo. It was so much more, and it sat there in the shape of a rose, though small and closed, like a bud. Her hands caressed it, and to his shock, the thing stirred.

  He watched her eyes widen, she felt it too! Sander knew if asked, he’d be forced to tell her the truth of it. He wasn’t ready for that yet.

  His Dragon roared in his head as he opened her legs wide and pushed his hardness into her soft, untried body. She gasped with the pain of her first time, and Sander swallowed it with his kiss. He hated having to hurt her.

  “I am so sorry, love, but it will be better now,” he kissed her softly and held her in his arms. Then he moved ever so slowly, so carefully, inside of her. He eased himself inside of her. Stretching her slowly to take all of him.

  “That’s it, mi bellus, open for me,” he gasped and rocked his hips. She was so tight, his little minx, so slick and wet with her desire for him. The feel of her hot channel as it squeezed and stroked his shaft brought him to heights he’d only ever dreamt of.

  She felt like heaven. Even his Dragon roared his pleasure inside his mind’s eye, the beast demanded he mark her, claim her now. Give her the sapphire rose. Es meus.

  “Sander!” An excited little scream left her lips, and he knew she was close, so close to fulfillment. Pride filled him as he held her tightly and pumped his hips. He thrusted in and out, seating himself balls dip into her hot core, reveling in the sweet, honest innocence that was all her.

  She scraped her nails down his back and arched pushing her breasts up. He licked one and the other, sucking on the tips, taking and giving pleasure as he never thought he could. But that was all he could think about, making her cum, giving her all he could to ensure her satisfaction. Grrr. Es Meus, the beast roared in his mind’s eye.

  Her body seemed to sing for him. She was so beautiful, so attuned to him, moving with him, not against, opening for his touch. As if she was created for him alone.

  Sander lost himself to her scent, her touch, the warm, wet feel of her as she squeezed his shaft, milking him for all he was worth in the heat of her pleasure.

  “Es Meus,” he growled aloud at the same time she tensed and called his name. His body throbbed as he erupted inside of her. His teeth elongated, fangs sharp, but he stopped himself before he could bite down and mark her. No.

  His Dragon roared in his mind’s eye and though Sander’s body was sated the frustration he felt was enormous. He had no right to claim the sweet little minx. She didn’t know what he was.

  Noelle moaned under him and looked up with her lovely blue eyes. That sweet expression was like an arrow to his chest. He felt himself harden again but removed himself from her body before she could react. He wrapped her up in the soft, heather-gray blanket and pulled her against him.

  “I’m not cold,” she said and took his face in her hands. She was sweet and soft and tired. Her blue eyes sparkled when she drew his face down and kissed him. Sander broke the kiss. Shame and anger welling inside of him.

  “I, uh, I’m sorry, Noelle, I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I shouldn’t have seduced you-”

  “You didn’t. I mean, I wanted you, didn’t you want me too?” Hurt and confusion marred her beautiful face, and Sander’s guilt doubled.

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted you, hell, I want you now, but I’m not what you think-” He frowned when she interrupted him with a giggle and a wide smile. That smile made his heart squeeze. You are a cad, Sander Falk.

  “Oh, that! But I know what you are, Sander, it’s okay really.”

  “What is it you think I am, little one?” He smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. She couldn’t possibly understand what he was. Dragon. Broken. Maimed. Untouchable. Unable to mate.

  “A Werewolf,” she gave him a knowing look, but Sander sat straight up in bed. He didn’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. The little minx!

  “It’s okay, my father was a Werewolf. I know all about you-”

  “Noelle-”

  “It’s okay. I know Rafe Maccon, the Alpha of the Macconwood Pack. And he knows I know about you guys-”

  “Noelle! Stop-”

  “But really, Sander, it’s fine. I can keep your secret. You don’t have to be afraid of that with me.”

  “Noelle, I’m not a Werewolf!”

  “You’re not?”

  “No, you amazing little minx,” he kissed her and laughed though his heart was surely breaking, “I’m something else.”

  “What else could you be?”

  “I’m a Dragon.”

  Stunned silence was an expression he never truly understood till now. Noelle sat up, beautifully mussed and stared at him. Her eyes roamed over his body as she tried to come to grips with what he’d said.

  “A Dragon?”

  “An IceDragon to be exact.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Get dressed.”

  CHAPTER 8

  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 tale 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 tremblin
g 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.”

  CHAPTER 9

  “Okay, my guys arrive in a half-hour to start stringing the lights out front, the tree is coming fifteen minutes after that, and my two sous chefs will be here at three to start prepping the food. It’s finger-foods, so nothing complicated. Then we have gifts for the kids. Oh, and I was wondering if you wanted that is, if you didn’t have plans, maybe you’d like to have Christmas dinner with me and my family, no pressure-”

  Noelle’s mouth was moving a mile a minute, but she didn’t care. After he’d shown her his Dragon, Sander had dragged her back to bed and made love to her again. To say it was fantastic would be a gross understatement.

  They’d been lucky her employees ran late at the market, otherwise they’d have been caught in several compromising situations. They’d only just picked up the clothes they’d left strewn about.