Page 11 of Surge of Ice

I throw up my hands in anger. “Then, I don’t know what we’re going to do. I guess I’ll just sit here and wait for the blue dragon to attack, since you two are such idiots that you can’t come to any kind of agreement! Is that what you want?”

Silence, only disturbed by the rapidly falling hail. I grab the bottle of liquor and drink way too much, but I don’t care. If I’m going to be surrounded by knuckle-dragging assholes, I might as well be drunk while I’m doing it.

FOUR

Evander

Sam’s making morechili since the first couple cans barely tide our drunk asses over. I sit on the couch watching her move around the kitchen. My dick is hard. Her scent is everywhere around me. Flying all day in our dragon forms hadn’t helped my horniness either. The dragon side of me wanted to mount her over and over again.

If only fucking Aydan wasn’t here.

I want to tear out my hair. I want to do some dirty things to her that will leave her begging for more. But I can’t do a damn thing, becausefuckingAydanis here.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, standing up and swaying on my feet just a little, my pulse racing.

She turns to look at me and smiles, that smile that makes my heart feel full. “Okay.”

“And you two sure as fuck better keep your hands off of each other while I’m gone,” I mutter.

Her brow lifts. “No sex. Got it.”

I ignore Aydan as I walk to the kitchen. She’s stirring the soup in the pot over the burner. I come up behind her and grab her waist, pulling her back so that she can feel my hard erection.

“O-oh,” she murmurs, then glances back at me with hooded eyes.

My heartbeat fills my ears. It would be so easy just to pull off her pants and start pounding into her. So easy to fill this kitchen with the sounds of her moaning, and the scent of her arousal.

But thatgod damn fucking Aydan.

“I need a shower. Now,” I grumble into her hair, then whirl around.

I go into the tiny bathroom and switch on the water, knowing it’s going to be freezing cold. For once I don’t mind though; I need a cold shower if I’m going to get through a night without fucking Sam.

Undressing, I step beneath the spray and hiss, listening to the storm raging outside. It feels like liquid ice is coming out of the damn shower. But the thing is, it does nothing to calm my erection. I use the soap and shampoo in the shower and clean myself up, then continue standing under the spray, not any less horny.

Finally, I decide the hell with it and wrap my hand around my cock. I stroke myself over and over thinking about Sam in all her glory. The freckles across her cheeks, her brilliant red hair, her large breasts, her tiny waist, and her tight pussy. I fist myself harder and harder until I finally come, calming some of the fury inside of me.

Panting, I lean against the shower door, letting my dick finally soften a little. Then, I wash myself off, turn off the shower, and dry off. With a towel around my waist, I go out in search of something clean to wear.

Aydan is there, leaning over the counter, flirting with Sam. He has a big goofy smile on his face that reminds me of Grangerevery time he looks at Sam. Only, Aydan’s is probably due to the empty bottle of alcohol we’d managed to drown between the three of us.

I’m relieved though. I can’t say I’d keep my hands off of her while he was in the shower. Even though I’m sure she’s the one who shot him down.

His gaze narrows when our eyes meet, and I ignore him as I go to the dresser in one corner and find a pair of new-looking boxers. When I glance up, Sam is watching me, and there’s nothing subtle about her gaze.

My cock hardens once more, and I decide the hell with Aydan and drop my towel. Taking my time, I slowly get the boxers on, but Sam hasn’t taken her gaze off of me, which is exactly what I wanted. Unfortunately, neither has Aydan, and he looks pissed. Probably because my dick is a fucking foot long.

What’s he packing? Not that, I’m sure.

I return to the kitchen and kiss Sam’s neck, putting my hands on her waist again. “Something smells delicious.”

She laughs. “Chicken noodle soup.”

“I wasn’t talking about the soup.” And I wasn’t. Her scent is sweet and intoxicating.

“Maybe let her cook and go find some more clothes,” Aydan says.

Sam’s gaze goes to Aydan. “Why don’t you take your shower now?”

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