Page 25 of Iced Heat

“Beach looks surprisingly empty for this time of the evening.”

“This part always is.”

“But Liatris brought us clothes,” I told him.

“Come here. Shower with me.”

“Do you think that’s safe? You’re still in heat,” I said, trying not to breathe in too deeply. One of us had to keep our wits about us and while Sequin was in heat that someone had to be me.

“I miss you,” he whined. “Come stand in the doorway or something. Besides, you have to bring me my clothes and grab me a towel from the shelf.”

I smiled to myself. This was so not going to be innocent. I grabbed him a towel, but also picked up a fist full of energy bars and a couple bottles of water from the food supply. He was going to have to eat whether he liked it or not.

“You can feed me in here but jack me off,” he whimpered.

“My poor baby,” I said, setting everything aside and opening one of the energy bars before stepping into the shower with him. The whole space was a few feet wide and smelled like him. His tangy arousal had sunk into every water molecule clinging to the air and it didn’t take long until I was as hard as him. I held out one of the energy bars, and he took a tentative bite.

“Oatmeal raisin. Who buys that?” he made a face but ate it anyway.

“Whoever owns the island?” I chuckled, taking him in my other hand.

He leaned back against the shower wall but there still wasn’t a lot of space for us to maneuver. I stroked him, watching his mouth and throat as he chewed and swallowed. The last thing he needed while in heat was to choke while I gave him a handjob.

“Bite,” I said, pausing mid stroke.

“That’s not fair,” he half-whimpered, half-laughed.

“Bite!” I growled and gave his dick a hard squeeze. “Eat or no strokies.”

“Strokies?” he arched a brow.

“Eat or no orgasms,” I said, upping the odds.

Sequin took another bite, and I resumed stroking him. His dick was long with a slight upward curve that gave me a nice path to follow as I played with him. Bite by bite and stroke by stroke, I satisfied both of his appetites. Once the energy bar was gone, he tilted his head back as if the answer to all his questions were carved into the stone ceiling. His heart thrummed hard and fast and sweat dripped down his nose. My poor mate was in danger of overheating. I slid my free hand over his hip, giving him a taste of the ice I truly was. He shivered as a chill shimmied up his spine and then leaned his forehead against mine, seeking out my ice. I was tempted to dissolve right there – to be all ice and surround him until he couldn’t see, feel, or think about anything else.

Sequin’s breath hitched as I squeezed him hard, and the sound brought me back to the present moment. Everything smelled like him. It was as if without being elemental, he’d become something all-consuming of my thoughts and desires. Putting a cooling hand on his stomach, I dropped down to my knees. My feet hung out of the tiny shower as I placed a hard kiss on the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head of his dick.

“Xav,” my name rolled off his tongue, sounding more delicious than it ever had and that was saying a lot as I picked it out myself. “Xav.” He cooed my name as I slid my mouth down over the head of his dick. I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of his shaft, reveling in the shape of him sliding into my mouth and the salty taste of his precum teasing me. Sequin leaned back against the wall, breathing hard. His pleasure poured down onto me as he neared orgasm. I worked him harder with my mouth and cupped his balls in my free hand.He breathed out hard at my cold touch, but it didn’t slow things down. He was too heated up from the inside to shrink away now.

“Xav!” he gasped my name as his dick trembled in my mouth before pouring all its pleasure down my throat. A smile pulled at the corner of my lips as I drank it down and he tugged at my arms to pull me up for a long, hard kiss.

Without saying anything, we washed each other with the little bars of soap all wrapped up in their little paper labels. They were made to survive until the end of the world in little disaster shelters like these. We scrubbed each other clean and managed to make it out of the shower and into the outfits Liatris dropped off before his heat struck again.

Outside the cave, the night was cool and the sand under our feet pleasant. Still, my mate was warm to the touch. We walked back hand-in-hand without saying a lot. Despite his nap, Sequin still looked exhausted. If it were morning, I’d say he needed coffee. He definitely needed to eat something more substantial than an energy bar before whatever his heat decided was next. Part of me wondered what there was to hunt on the island. It wasn’t exactly allowed but trying to prove I froze his dinner to death after he ate it wouldn’t be easy.

“Don’t do that,” Sequin shook his head. “I like this Scale B&B. I want to be able to come back here. There’s food at the house. You don’t have to go all cave-alpha on me.”

“Maybe I want to,” I teased him.

“Then save it for the bedroom,” he laughed. “Did you hunt a lot growing up?”

“Uh… We didn’t exactly eat as much as you guys do. I didn’t eat anywhere near how much I do now. We didn’t hunt. We had fruit sometimes. Most of the time we absorbed our energy from stuff. Sorta like plants do but less work. Hunting would’ve been flying up to the coldest parts of the sky and hanging out there with the other ices,” I explained.

“That would be convenient right now,” Sequin smiled at me. “I’m hungry enough to eat a kraken.”

“And that isn’t against the rules? If you want one, point me in the direction of the pod, and I’ll freeze it right up for you.”

“I bet they’d make bad eating. Rubbery, probably,” he said as we neared the house.

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