Page 4 of Surge of Ice

I go back inside and collapse on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, exhausted but feeling so damn good. Images from the night before replay in my mind, and I realize I could probably go again if one of them was here.

There’s something wrong with me.

Checking the time, I groan, knowing we need to be going soon. I pull off my shirt and shimmy out of my underwear, dropping both on the floor. Then, I head for the shower.

The water is hot and the pressure is perfect. I hum a little tune and try to soothe my fiery tangled locks. I’mmostlysuccessful. Washing the rest of my body, I notice the tender spots still healing, mostly on my back. The damn green dragonreally clawed the hell out of me. Surprisingly though, after spending a night being pounded, my pussy is fine.

I guess I can take those big cocks more easily than I thought.

When I finish in the shower, I dry my body and hair, then wrap a towel around myself. I untangle my hair again and put on a little makeup. Staring at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but notice the marks covering my throat.Aydan and Evander really need to stop competing with that shit.

Suddenly, my phone rings. I hurry across the room and see Dahlia’s number, then pick up. “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Better, actually.” It’s so good to hear her voice. “The green dragon has been nowhere in sight, so I took that as my cue to leave. I managed to arrange a ride to Oceanview, so I should be there in three or four days tops.”

Thank goodness.

I’ll have to make sure I have Evander clear her with security.

“I’ll feel better when you’re here safe with me.”

“Me too, but you can’t imagine how hard it was to try to get a driver to get me here with the roads being a mess, and all the talk of the dragons coming back.” She releases a deep breath. “At least the conversations haven’t been boring, though everyone is trying to figure out where the dragons are coming from. The students have some wild theories.”

I smile. “Like what?”

“Some people think the dragons are actually a crossbred creature, where they used the genetic makeup of dinosaurs, mammoths, and elephants to create these ‘dragons.’ Others think the dragons are some kind of tool being used by the government.”

“All interesting theories,” I tell her, trying not to show just how amused I am by all of this. “When you get here though, I think I’ll be able to shine a light on all this dragon stuff.”

“You know something you’re not saying!” she exclaims.

I laugh. “Maybe. But I’ll tell you all about it when you get here.”

She’s quiet for a minute. “In times like these, I wish I had an actual family to go home to.”

Dahlia grew up in foster care, in some really rough situations. She bounced from home to home, and her saving grace was getting a scholarship at a university that covered living expenses. At eighteen, she was basically kicked out with the clothes on her back and went straight to university… where we met and became like sisters.

“You’ve got me,” I tell her. “And I’ll always be there for you.”

“Right. Found families are the best families,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“My ride is going to be here in just a minute.”

I clutch my phone a little harder. “Just be careful out there. The dragons are causing a bit of chaos. People are unpredictable when they’re scared.”

Again, I can tell she’s smiling. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call when I get to town. Got to go!”

“Bye.”

I close my phone and stare at it, feeling worried. Which is exactly the moment someone knocks at the door. I head for it, not knowing which of my men to expect, but it’s only Granger.

“Hey,” he says, his gaze sliding over my towel-clad form. “Is this a bad time?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. Come in.”

He’s fully dressed and ready to tackle his day. Probably because he didn’t spend his night fucking. I don’t know if I should envy him, or feel sorry for him.

“What’s up?”

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