Page 54 of Surge of Ice

Aydan steps closer and runs his hand along my cheek, frowning. “Are you upset with me?”

I kiss his hand. “No, I promise. I’m really just exhausted.”

They linger for another minute, but then Aydan gives me a kiss, followed by Evander, and they head out the door. I watch them as the door shuts on their retreating forms and momentarily consider calling them back, but I don’t. I really do just need a night to myself before whatever tomorrow will bring.

It’s funny though. It took meeting Zane for those two to really bond. Maybe finding this storm dragon will be the thing to pull us all together.

I hope.

TWENTY

Samantha

I shiveragainst the cold and feel a blanket being pulled around me. My thoughts are fuzzy, but my eyes open as I feel hands pulling me closer.Hadn’t I gone to bed alone?

Turning on the bed, I see Zane behind me. His pale blue eyes are open, and he smiles when our gazes meet. For a second, I can’t breathe. Wasn’t I just having a very naughty dream about this very thing? This can’t be real.

“Am I still dreaming?” I ask, my voice husky from sleep.

“If you are, so am I,” he whispers, and then leans down and kisses me.

His cold lips on my mouth are a delicious shock. I press myself harder against him, slanting my lips to get closer. When my lips open, his tongue darts inside, stroking my much warmer one in a way that sends heat straight to my core.

I shift my body so I can press against him more easily, and his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me even tighter against him. Suddenly, his erection is there, hard and perfect, pressing against my core, a rod of steel wrapped in velvet.

Unable to help myself, I reach between us and slip into his boxers, then wrap my hand around him. Slowly, I start pumping, and he groans, his body tightening. After just a moment, he shudders and, to my surprise, comes.

The scent of him fills the air, and my body grows hotter, knowing that I got him that excited. His body shakes and shivers, and he breaks from my lips, breathing hard.

“Sorry, it has been a long time.”

I smile. “Don’t be sorry, that was hot.”

“Hot? It’s usually cold.”

I laugh. “I meant sexy. How long will it take you to be ready again?”

“I can be ready now,” he promises, kissing down my throat.

Sighing, my head rolls back, and he sucks his way down my throat with those cold, cold lips of his. I keep pumping him, feeling as he, sure enough, hardens once more. For some reason, it’s a massive turn on knowing he finds me that attractive.

He breaks our kiss and yanks my tank top off, then proceeds to lavish my breasts with his mouth. His cold lips wrap around one of my nipples and he sucks. The coldness combined with the sensation of him sucking leaves my head spinning, and he leans me back on the bed and takes his time moving from one breast to the other.

I feel amazing. I’m lying back with him lavishing my breasts, when I feel his hand slip into my underwear. A moan tears from my lips as he parts me and starts gliding his fingers in my folds. My body jerks, my head spins. I don’t know what to say or do, but I feel amazing. Fucking alive.

Even his fingers are cold. As one slips inside of me, I catch my breath. In and out he moves, slow and steady, and I can hear the sound of my wet body responding to his administrations.

It really is like he’s touched me a thousand times before and knows just what I like. But he’s slower than my fire dragons.More patient. As he sucks on my breasts and strokes my pussy, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. Time passes. My body is ready, more than ready for his cock, but he seems content to suck and touch.

Wiggling beneath him, I whisper, “I need you inside me.”

He stiffens, then slowly withdraws his hand from my pussy. Moving down, he uses his teeth to remove my underwear, then slides out of his. I greedily stare down at his massive, erect penis.Big cocks are definitely a dragon thing. There’s no doubt about it now.

But instead of slipping inside me, he spreads my legs further and brings his mouth to my core. My hands dig into the back of his hair as he licks me slowly and thoroughly. My back arches, and stars dance in front of my vision. Still, he licks me. Not fast enough to get me off, just fast enough to drive me crazy.

“Zane, please…” I moan.

Suddenly, he starts licking me faster and faster. I thrust myself against his delicious mouth, feeling my orgasm coming like a damn train, but just as it’s about to hit… he stops.

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