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"WHO.... WHO IS THAT?" Fallon gasps from beside her. Arielle stares on, shocked still.
It's fucking unbelievable!
She can't believe her eyes.
For the first time in her life she thinks her wolf eyes must be cloudy. It is him. It's really him.
Her Fucking Mystery.
He rises from the water like a Drowned god. The turquoise drops drip down his body in small falls. His chest heaves and his abs contract as he slowly wades towards the bank.
When Fallon first picked the Lake spot, Arielle had been skeptical. But now. Lord Almighty! Does she want to kiss her?
He walks calmly to the shore and retreating waters reveal inch by glorious inch of smooth tan skin. His thighs are firm and his legs are those of a sprinter.
His feet hit moist ground and he stands gallant, way bigger and taller than any man Arielle or Fallon had ever seen—and they had seen many.
This man-god was definitely not human.
He reaches back with his hands and Arielle follows every lift of his muscles. He grabs something and squeezes. Slowly, her brain registers hair. A lot of it. White as snow. Arielle had being so focused on his body and mouth-watering extremities that she hadn't focused on his face.
But now.
If he was a man, he'd be a Prince. If he was not, he'd be an Angel.
His hair, dry now, hangs across his chest and back in silky flowing threads like spun snow. His eyes glint gold. Literal gold. Intense as the Sun.
"Can you see him?" Arielle whispers so low she almost goes unheard.
"Yes. He's...he's beautiful," Fallon whispers back, both their eyes never leaving his sculpted form.
Suddenly, his eyes fix on them and the little golden orbs change colour instantly. His eyes set in dark pools, now slate-gray. Dark and fierce, the color of strung metal.
He walks naked towards them and Arielle squirms. He nears them and stops at the foot of the mat. He peers down at them unblinking and unsmiling. The two women hurriedly fumble for strips to cover themselves. He on the other hand stands still like a statue, clothed in nothing.
Fallon slowly rises, her jean shorts loose around her waist. Arielle struggles with her bra. Fully standing, the tips of their heads level to his breastbone.
Fallon gulps.
A low growl sounds deep in his throat but loud enough to both women. He blinks once, then his lips spread apart.
Arielle shivers from the tips of her ears to the soles of her feet. Fallon faints instantly.