Storm stalked towards her with the slightest limp. “Put your whip down,” he ordered.

Lilith watched him carefully. She couldn’t read his intentions.

“Guess what, dragon boy? You saved my life, so I’m feeling merciful. Take another step, and I’ll cut you up like confetti.”

He bared his fangs at her. “You’re awfully spunky. I saved your life. Put down your weapon.”

“Don’t take another step!”

He shifted his foot forward and kept walking towards her, slowly and surely. He met her eyes the entire time, almost as though he was daring her to attack him.

“Stay back!” The Slayer tightened her grip on her whip.

He took another step. He was close, entirely too close for her comfort. He was big, strong, and looked very, very dangerous. What were his intentions?

She reared back the whip to strike him. He caught her hand and stopped her cold. Their faces were inches apart. She could feel the hotness of his breath on her cheek. His scent reminded her of a mix of sandalwood and pine, with a hint of a cold winter breeze.

“I saved you. I could have let you die,” he said while narrowing his eyes. “Besides, do you really think your whip will do anything to me?”

She looked at him intensely. He was stunning. Powerful.

She pulled away from him. “Don’t touch me.”

He released her and let her step away. He wasn’t going to try to stop her.

Lilith let her whip down to her hip.

Storm doubled over and spat on the snow. He was obviously in pain.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“There’s a hole the size of a horse in my wing,” he replied, still bent over. “Not exactly the sort of thing you walk off. Why do you care?”

“Just curious about the bounty, if nature will do my job for me.”

“Somehow, I doubt that’s all you’re worried about. You’re a better person than that.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? Am I? You don’t know me. I might be a despicable person.”

He straightened and met her gaze firmly. “Sure.”

“I don’t see the hole anymore now that you’re in your human form. Did it just go away?”

“No. Now the injury is internal,” he said. After rolling his eyes, he continued, “Don’t get too excited. I’ll heal. It will just take some time.”

Lilith didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say.

He started to walk off into the snow.

“Hey!” Lilith protested. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“I’m just a beast,” he snapped back. “Beasts do whatever they want, without thought or reason.”

She groaned. “Okay, you’re not a beast.” She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “Thank you. Thank you for saving me. I owe you my life,” she said, and she meant it.

He thought about it before slowly nodding his head. “You’re welcome.”

The moment was oddly intimate.

Without warning, Storm grabbed her into his arms and crushed his lips against hers.

Immediately she pulled back, wriggling out of his grasp, and slapped him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lilith barked.

“Misread that one.” He flexed his jaw.

Lilith bit down her lower lip that now tingled with the taste of Storm. She wanted more.

Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her veins from her near-death experience, or maybe she really wanted him. She didn’t care. Lilith lunged forward and kissed him again.

His hand wrapped around her back; his fingers dug into her hips and roughly pulled her towards him. Storm effortlessly lifted her from the ground as she wrapped her legs around his hips. The thin material of her green Slayer suit allowed her to feel his erection growing between her legs as she grinded up against him.

He walked backwards, still holding her in his arms and lowered himself to the ground. Lilith pushed him backwards so he was lying on top of a fresh coat of snow as she straddled his massive body.

With their lips still locked, Lilith rocked her hips back and forth over his large member. He let out a loud moan as he grabbed her hips, pushing her against him as they rocked together in unison.

Lilith sat up and slid her tight, green suit down from her shoulders, exposing the black lace bra she wore beneath.

A wicked smile crossed Storm’s lips as he sat up to unhook her bra, exposing her supple breasts to him and the cold wind.

That’s when the ground caved in from under them.

Both the Slayer and the dragon dropped like rocks through the earth. For one second, Lilith was in full free fall, then she slammed into an icy wall and slid down until she hit solid ground.

Storm fell beside her.

They came to a rest at the bottom of an expansive cave that stretched deep into the mountain. The hole in the earth was at least three stories high, with icy walls lining it. The landing had knocked every bit of air out of Lilith’s lungs. She hugged her stomach, coughing.

Storm stumbled up, groaning. Lilith sat up on the icy rocks with her hands crisscrossed across her breasts, twisting to look around. They were in an enormous air pocket with no feasible exit. The only way out was up.

They were trapped.

Together.