Captive Heat

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Snowbound: Captive Heat Lexxie Couper Darci set out to win a bet on Mount Saint Elias. What she won was infinitely better -and wilder.

Dedication For Emma Ray. For kicking my butt into gear, regardless of the hour.

Snowbound: Captive Heat “Are all Aussies crazy, or are you the exception?” Darci Watson grinned at her helicopter pilot, adjusting the polarized goggles on her face. “Nah, we’re all mad as cut snakes.” The pilot gave her an incredulous look -whether because he didn’t have a clue what she’d just said, or he thought she really was crazy. Maybe both. “So tell me again why a pretty little thing like you wants to jump out of a ’copter at 7000 feet onto the Southwest Ridge of Mount Saint Elias with nuthin’ but a pair of skis on your feet and two poles to keep you upright?” Darci’s grin stretched wider and she checked her boots. “A bet.” “A bet?” The pilot raised his eyebrows. “With who?” Darci tugged the zipper of her jacket higher to her neck. “Crystal Jamieson.” “The Olympic silver medallist skier? From Colorado?” “The very same.” The pilot cocked his head, and realization flared in his eyes. “Now I know why you look familiar,” he said. “You’re Darci Watson. The Olympic --” “Gold medallist,” Darci finished for him, sliding open the ’copter’s rear door. “From Sydney.” She looped her poles onto her wrists, gave her gloves one last tug and the pilot a parting grin. “And I hate losing.” With that, she flung herself from the ’copter and free fell through the air, heading straight for the pristine, untouched powder snow of Mount Saint Elias below.

*** The run was perfect. Powdery-soft, lightly compacted snow, sky so blue it almost hurt to look at, air so crisp it could cut glass. Darci was in heaven. Her thighs, calves

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and butt burned like hell and her breath felt like shaved ice in her lungs -- just the way she loved it. Whizzing down the slope, trees and craggy outcrops mere smudges of blurring color in her peripheral vision, she couldn’t help but grin, already picturing Crystal’s face. The American would spit chips when Darci swooshed into their -The slope opened below Darci -- completely and abruptly -- and swallowed her whole. “Shit!” The word had barely left her lips when she smacked -- skis first -- against something that felt like frozen concrete. Pain lashed through her body, making her cry out. “Fuck!” Eyes squeezed shut, she planted her hands on the ground and slowly, hesitantly, pushed herself into an upright position, waiting to be assaulted by fresh agony. None came. “Oh, thank God!” Her gushed exclamation bounced around a space that sounded huge, and Darci opened her eyes. An ice cavern. She’d dropped into an ice cavern. Damn it. Releasing her skis, now just two shattered strips of glass fiber and composite materials, she got to her feet, taking in her predicament. A thick fog of dread rolled through her. The ice cavern was large, yet claustrophobia crept through Darci. Frowning, she looked up. The small hole she’d fallen through was too high to reach even if she jumped. Her frown deepened. “How the hell am I going to get out?” she muttered. “That didn’t look like fun.” Starting, Darci whipped her head around. A tall man stood behind her, long, white silken hair falling around a face of cold beauty, blue eyes so brilliant she felt her skin tingle. His intense stare locked on her and it took a few moments before Darci realized he was naked. He stalked toward her, his towering muscular frame dominating the icy space around him. “Who are you?” Pulling off her goggles, she stared at him, speechless. Christ, he was gorgeous! Sculpted muscles coiled and flexed with deadly purpose as he drew closer. Convinced

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he was a figment of her imagination, the result of one minute swooshing down the cliff face and the next tumbling into an icy abyss, she let her gaze roam over him. Hell, if she was going to have a psychotic episode, she might as well enjoy it. His exposed torso was the stuff of fantasies. Hard and carved from granite, he looked savage, wild. Darci smiled, raising her eyebrows. Bloody fuckable, in fact. Washboard abs made her mouth dry, as did the faintest trail of white-blond hair leading from the slight dip of his navel down to a long, thick cock nestled among curls the color of snow. The cold didn’t seem to affect her imagined savior one little bit. “Nothing little here at all,” she murmured with a soft grin. Blue eyes seemed to erupt in primitive fire. “You shouldn’t be here.” Darci blinked. “I fell through the snow! In case you didn’t notice, I’m not exactly prepared to stay here. Do you see a knapsack?” For a made-up hero, this guy was pretty damn intense. Sexy as sin and as virile as all hell, but intense. Her pussy fluttered slightly and she smiled. Intense was good. Intensely virile was even better. He reached her, invading her personal space with arrogant command, curling his fingers into her upper arms. “Hey!” Darci yelped, indignant. He ignored her cry, staring hard into her face, his musky male scent tickling her nose. “You’re not safe here. You need to go.” A low growl rumbled deep in his chest and Darci blinked again, a twinge of foreboding niggling at her gut. “Before I…” “Before you what?” He yanked her against his body, cerulean stare igniting with anger. “Do something I can’t stop.” “Stop?” Darci whispered, too aware of how hard, warm and thrumming with energy this fantasy man seemed. Very hard. Very warm. A wet lick of heat stroked between her thighs and she let out a soft gasp. God, she was turned on! By an accidentinduced hallucination, no less. The man growled again, and a dark blaze of something scary, yet arousing all the same flared in his eyes. “Damn it! This is what I was trying to avoid.” His nostrils flared. “You smell so fucking good.”

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Darci’s pussy fluttered again and she grinned, reveling in her hallucination’s strong grip. She should have fallen into a weird ice cavern ages ago! “Thank you.” Those blue eyes of his erupted again, ablaze with… what? Anger? Lust? Frustration? Resignation? Darci’s heartbeat tripled. Was he really just a hallucination? She pressed her palms to his chest and stared up at him. “Who… who?” A wave of heat blazed through her, scalding her palms despite the thickness of her gloves. She gasped and shoved on the man’s chest. “You’re real!” she whispered, her voice sounding choked and tight. “You’re not --” Another scorching blast radiated through her, pinching her nipples into painful tips, and his blue eyes seemed to glow. “Yes,” he growled, yanking her harder to his towering strength. “I’m very real. And so are you. Real and warm and soft… Christ, I can’t…” The scalding heat spiraled through her to the center of her being, thick and wicked. Her cunt clenched, gripping a phantom cock. She gasped again. “Can’t what?” He didn’t answer. Instead, with an aggression that thrilled her despite her fear, and made her pussy gush with liquid rapture, he grabbed the front of her jacket and tore it open. Darci shook, the chill of the cave’s air nothing compared to the blistering ice of the man’s stare. She stumbled back a step. He leapt at her with a speed she knew couldn’t be human. His hands knotted in the snug neckline of her under-suit, catching her before she could move any farther. She heard the fine ping of cotton threads snapping as his shoulders bunched. “What…” The word formed on her lips the second he tore her shirt open, exposing her torso to the bite of the air -- and his fierce blue stare. His eyes feasted on her, devouring the sight he’d uncovered, scorching the flesh of her breasts even through her bra. Her nipples pinched harder, and Darci knew it wasn’t from the cold. Raw power and base hunger radiated from the man. Whoever -whatever -- he was, he embodied lust. A lust that made her gasp and tremble. “I pick the most isolated place on the planet,” he growled, pressing his hips to hers. The action forced her back a step. Her ski boots made her clumsy and her ass

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slammed into the ice wall behind her. “And a gorgeous, warm-blooded female falls from the sky.” With frightening speed he punched the wall on either side of her head, ramming his hips harder to hers, imprisoning her where she stood. The solid shaft of steel pressing into her belly made Darci whimper. Christ. He was huge. And she was trapped. “The rutting cycle is dangerous,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Too powerful to ignore. Too intense for a human to survive.” He lowered his head closer to hers. “But I can’t stop now. Not with your scent in my nose and your heat on my skin.” Molten tension flooded Darci’s cunt. She stared at her captor, confused and more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. His heat invaded her, seeped into her body, making her nipples ache and her sex constrict. “Don’t worry. I can take you.” The comment fell from her lips, bold and brazen, even to her own ears. But her captor heard it. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared and he grabbed at her bra and ripped it from her body. Ice-cold air kissed her fevered flesh, followed immediately by lips so hot they nearly burnt her. His mouth closed over her left nipple as he sank the fingers of his left hand into her right breast. She arched into the brutal caress, the feel of the man’s tongue flicking and twirling over the puckered tip stealing her breath. Wet rapture pooled in her cunt. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his head harder to her breast. Rutting cycle? Human? The words didn’t make sense, but she knew one thing, he made her wet with an irrational and entirely intoxicating lust. A low growl rumbled in the man’s throat, vibrating through her body down to her sex. He bit at her nipple, rolled it, tortured it with savage greed. She cried out and tugged on his hair, shoving her cunt harder against his cock. “Holy fuck!” The punishing suction on her nipple abruptly stopped and blue eyes stared up at her. “There will be nothing holy about this, female.”

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Darci writhed against him. “Who are you?” she whimpered. God, she was burning up. Here, in this surreal tomb of ice, she felt on fire. “Please, at least tell me that!” He bared his teeth and squeezed her breast. “The man who will ruin you for anyone else.” His cock rammed against her pussy, scalding her sodden nether lips. He closed his fingers on her nipple again. “Or should that be, your biggest fantasy?” “Absolutely!” Darci cried out, spreading her thighs, wanting to feel his cock in her cunt pounding into her, again and again and again. Stretching her until she screamed, filling her with every inch of its turgid length. The icy wall behind her bit into her heat, seeping through the material of her ski gear. Her flesh pebbled with goose bumps. Damn, how could she be cold when she felt so hot? As if hearing the incredulous thought and wanting to punish her more, the man suddenly yanked her from the wall, fixed her with a smoldering look, and stripped her torso bare. The icy air grabbed her immediately, but she didn’t care. Not when he curled his fingers around the waistline of her trousers and yanked them down, biting into the smooth length of her right thigh without preamble. She yelped, pain lancing up into her cunt. Delicious pain that flooded her sex with wet desire. She shoved her hips forward, smelling the musky scent of her pleasure on every ragged breath she pulled. Whoever he was, he made her hornier and wetter than she imagined possible. His tongue lapped at the junction of her thighs. She could feel its hot strength press against the damp crotch of her knickers. Bold fingers dug into the flesh of her inner thighs and spread her legs as wide as they would go. It wasn’t wide enough. Not for Darci. Not for him. Her trousers bunched around her ankles and cumbersome ski boots, preventing his mouth from claiming her sex fully. Darci stared at him, wondering what he would do. Her heart hammered. Her breath grew shallow. With teeth flashing at her in the closest thing she’d seen to a smile

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since falling through the snow, he grabbed her hips, spun her about and threw her to the floor. She landed butt first on something soft and furry. The texture surprised her, but before she could digest the fact he’d thrown her onto a thick pelt of soft animal fur, he’d released her boots and pulled them from her feet. “Oh, God.” Brilliant blue eyes bored into her. “I’ve told you, there’s nothing holy about my kind,” he growled before yanking her jeans off. “Your ki --” But she didn’t finish. The savage and sudden penetration of his fingers into her cunt stole her ability to form words. She bucked, grinding her clit -- now a throbbing button of aching want -- to his knuckle. He drove his hand harder, fingers wriggling deep inside her, seeking and finding the sweetest spot of all. Squirming heat poured through her. She moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head from side to side. She fisted the fur beneath her and spread her thighs wider, lifting herself higher to his plundering hand. He made her feel so… so… “Alive!” She shouted the word. He chuckled, twisting his fingers more. “You don’t know what being alive is, human. But I will show you.” Wet lips closed over her sex, sucking at her pussy even as he pumped into her with two fingers, three fingers… four. His tongue lashed at her clit, teased it, then drew it free of its fleshy hood. She bucked again, every fiber of her being a thrumming charge of sexual energy. He pushed her legs farther apart still. His fingers slid over her cunt, through her pleasure-soaked curls and then grabbed her ass. He squeezed it, fondled each cheek before moving to the small, sensitive opening between them. Her eyes flew open and she stared up at him, knowing what he was about to do. She’d never let anyone penetrate her there, but God help her, she wanted him to -- more than she wanted to draw breath. She tightened her grip on the fur and raised her ass higher. “Please! I’m yours! Fuck, don’t make me wait!” For a split second, he seemed to hesitate, studying her, as if trying to see into her very soul. He pressed harder against the tight opening, sending raw, concentrated

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pleasure roaring through her. And then, with a sliding burn, his fingers possessed her ass as well as her cunt. Her orgasm erupted in a crashing, brutal surge of liquid tension. She cried out, thrusting her hips higher and harder to his pounding, twisting, wriggling fingers. “Oh, God! Thank you, Crystal!” The words tore from her throat as her release tore through her body, making her thrash and whimper and writhe on the fur. She didn’t think it possible to be consumed by greater pleasure. Mr. Sexy and Mysterious rose up on his knees, withdrew his hand from her swollen sex, pumped his cock until its turgid length glistened with her juices and his own pre-cum, and then drove it into her constricting, pulsing sex, filling her to the hilt. His balls slammed into her ass cheeks, his mouth claimed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. He pumped into her, driving her higher, higher, higher to sexual oblivion. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Darci screamed, eyelids slamming shut as she sank her nails into his back, his shoulders. His smooth skin burned under her touch, like velvet on fire. She threw back her head and let out a keening howl. It bounced around the ice cavern, grew louder, louder… And suddenly was joined by another. Animalistic. Primitive. She snapped her eyes open and stared up at the creature driving his cock into her sex. Stared into eyes still bluer than the sky, but no longer human. Eyes like that of an animal. Shrouded in swirling pinpricks of fractured light, a wolf stared back at her. A pure-white wolf. Her climax hit her. Detonated like a rupture of pure pleasure. She gazed at the creature taking her, drank in its mystical beauty and power. Oh, God, it was like looking at proof of Heaven. Of a world beyond hers. Potent, powerful and compelling. The wolf drove into her, and as she sank her fingers into its thick, soft fur, it changed. He changed, shimmering back to human form again.

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Dragging in one steadying breath after another, the man gazed down at her, blue eyes incredulous. “What I am doesn’t scare you, does it?” His words, trembling with effort and exertion, made Darci smile. “No, it doesn’t,” she answered, reaching up to touch the silken curtain of his hair as it tumbled over his shoulder. “And you’re not a figment of my imagination, are you?” He smiled. “Not at all.” He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her nose. She studied him, her body awake and alive and already wanting more. She’d lost Crystal’s bet, but who gave a fuck, when she’d won this! “What do we do now?” she asked, squeezing her pussy muscles tight. Blue eyes sparkled and Darci felt his cock grow thick and hard within her sex as he gave her a slow grin. “Use your imagination.”

Lexxie Couper Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal! When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family; a husband who thinks she’s insane, a pony-sized mutt who thinks he’s a lap-dog, and her greatest treasures -- her little bundles of mischief who have utterly captured her heart and changed everything. Living in Australia makes it a bit tricky for Lexxie to pop by for coffee, but she still loves to chat! Contact her at [email protected] or find her at www.lexxiecouper.com.