Page 19 of Iced Heat

“Is this okay for you? That isn’t my question, though!” he laughed. “I can move.”

“You’re slick and hard,” I pointed out. “I think anticipation is just the state of the moment, mate.”

“Okay. Let me know if it’s too much. Sometimes I hate being teased. I hate when I just need it – need something and---” his words trailed off and I chilled him again. His nipples stood as erect as our dicks and I couldn’t resist the urge to abandon his hip to roll my thumb over one. Sequin licked his lips and I forgot what I wanted to ask him. He must’ve gone ‘brain dead’ too because our lips smashed together without either of us saying another word. His soft, supple mouth gave under mine, his lips parting to let my tongue in. He tasted sweet as always with just atouch of coffee. My free hand found his ass and squeezed until he leaned forward against me. I bucked my hips up, rubbing against him through our clothes.

Sighing into the kiss, Sequin moved with me. My cotton pajama pants and his boxer briefs didn’t leave much of a barrier between our bodies. He settled onto me, rubbing my shaft between his cheeks as our tongues danced between our mouths. My other hand found his ass too and I held onto him, partially guiding him back and forth as the air caught in our throats. Our scents spread throughout the house as if we needed to claim our territory before marking each other up. Sequin took his dick in his handf, pulling it free of his boxer briefs.

“Let me,” I said.

“Mmmmm….” He shook his head. “Keep playing with my ass but you can watch.”

“As you wish,” I smirked, squeezing his ass tighter around my dick.

Sequin’s cock was thick and circumcised. A bead of precum already hung there on his tip from all the bumping, grinding, and dry humping we’d done. He wiped it away with his thumb and drew lazy circles around the head. He bit his lip leaning back against my squeezing fingers as he played with himself. After a few slow strokes, lines of precum dribbled out of him. He was so fucking beautiful and so fucking in heat. His thighs gripped mine as he rocked over my dick and stroked himself. The rest of the world faded away. I knew there was something important for us to discuss but I’d lost track of what that was. My mate smelled too good while he was in heat. His hand moving over his shaft and his ass moving over my dick was too mesmerizing. He had me hypnotized with his presence.

My ice tickled at my fingertips. Sequin moaned and leaned more into the tiny pools of cool that helped him regulate his temperature as the needy heat drove us both to chase downrelief. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder and rubbed it there until my ice came to him there too. His fist pumped faster, matching the now frantic pace of our hips moving together. The fire and ice inside me battled it out as my balls drew up heavy and close to my body as Sequin ground down against me.

“I’m close. Is a mess alright?” he panted out the words.

“Cum for me, mate, but look at me,” I said, letting go of one of his ass cheeks to cup his chin. “I want to look into your eyes while you lose control.”

He swallowed hard but didn’t look away as his mouth dropped open and his brow furrowed in the same pleasure that drove his hips and fist. I rocked with him, savoring the strung tight moments until he came in warm sticky streams making a mess of both of our torsos. I kissed him hard, still rocking my hips under him, chasing down my own release. It didn’t take long with his lips on mine and his scent filling the air. His warm tongue dived into my mouth and I came, growling into the kiss. Everything about him was enough to drive me crazy and I wasn’t anywhere near ready to put the brakes on.

We kissed hard even after we’d both gone soft.

“I could just suck the cold right out of you,” Sequin murmured against my lips. “It’s so good. You taste so good.”

Somewhere in the house my phone rang but unless the world was ending it could ring on. If a world were ending somewhere whoever was calling could use the flight link to get ahold of me.

Chapter Ten

Sequin

I hated to stop kissing his mouth, but I dropped off his lap onto my knees on the floor. He wasn’t hard again yet, but I could fix that. I was in heat. Getting my mate hard was the biggest built-in perk of my heat cycle.

“Can I take these off you?” I asked, already tugging at the knees of his pants.

“Here,” he said, raising up his hips and sliding them off.

Somewhere further into the house that damn phone rang again. I growled and tossed his clothes aside. Too many damn clothes. Too much damn fabric. Whoever invented clothing deserved a swift kick in the ass. Hell, maybe I deserved a swift kick in the tail for all the clothes I sewed over the years. It all contributed to keeping me away from Xav. I nuzzled into his belly, reveling in his scent sinking into my skin. The more alike we smelled the more everyone would know he was mine now and they couldn’t have him.

The phone rang again and I muttered about blowing it up. Xav ran his fingers through my hair and gathered up the strands into his fist to keep it out of my way. I let out a long, slow breath. The phone wasn’t the enemy. Hell, not even the person calling was really my enemy but why was everyone and their sister intent on making me wait?

I nuzzled lower, marking his dick as mine too. My dragon purred and yipped. Yipping wasn’t really a draconic thing but mine made that sound all the time when he was happy. Xav rolled his hips, rubbing his now half-hard cock against me. The phone kept ringing. If it was my brother calling him, I’d descale him. Xav sniffed.

“Like smelling me?” I murmured kissing all around the base of his cock.

“Uh, Seq, I smell magic.”

“You do smell like magic. You always do,” I nodded. It was weird to dirty talk about himself but if that was his thing I could live with it. I talked about knotting more than was reasonable. I talked about it---

“No, door magic,” Xav blinked, rolling his hips again.

“You don’t think?” I rose up and he let go of my hair. “What would be that important? They wouldn’t! Would they? Liatris and Selt are better friends than to follow us here, right?” I blinked.

“Uh… I… I thought so,” he said, looking around for his pants. I grabbed them and handed them over, mumbling under my breath. Was it such a crime to want some time alone withmymate?

The tiniest little mew traveled through the house and Xav sprinted off, still hopping into his pants as he went. I followed on his heels, but his elven ass moved like the breeze even when he was in his solid form.

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