Page 53 of A Storm of Fire and Ice

My pulse raced as he complied. Thrusting faster and harder than ever before, his hips moved with an urgent rhythm that made my body tremble, driving me closer and closer to the precipice.

“Let go, my queen,” he urged, his gaze locked on mine, willing me to surrender to the ecstasythat awaited us both.

And so, with a final cry, I abandoned all restraint and allowed myself to be swept away by the tide of our passion. Our bodies moved as one, our minds connected on a level that transcended the physical realm. Warmth flooded my core as Brontes found his release, filling me with his seed and tipping me over the edge into euphoria.

As we lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, the afterglow of our encounter enveloped us like a warm embrace. After a little while, Brontes brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch now gentle and tender.

“How about some more training, snowflake?” He smiled adoringly. “I need to practice my new ice powers, and you need to teach Helena too.”

“IhopeI can teach her.” I nibbled my lip nervously.

“You will, but hopefully her lesson won’t end like ours did.” He winked. “If it does, can I watch?”

“Brontes!” I swatted his chest playfully, cheeks flaming.

He just chuckled.

“So . . . I need to think of something that makes me feeldeadinside?” Helena asked me and Brontes skeptically.

“Yes, something like that,” I replied with an uncertain shrug.

“Okay . . .” She nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll give it a try.”

We were back in the gym, the boys occupied in the corner.

Helena closed her eyes, brow furrowing. “What makes me dead inside?” she muttered.

Her face smoothed into detached calm. She inhaled deeply before thrusting her hands forward.

Nothing happened.

I sagged in disappointment, but Helena persisted. “Almost had it. One more try . . .”

She repeated the process—eyes shut, breath held, hands extended—but this time . . .

A glossy sheet of ice spread across the floor!

“Yes! Well done!” I cheered. “What did you think about?”

Helena laughed sheepishly, flicking her wild red hair behind her shoulder. “An awful history exam Fannar and I took. Bored me to tears!”

Our laughter was cut short by a tremendous crash shaking the building’s foundations.

In a blur, Fannar appeared between us, one hand on my shoulder and the other on Helena’s back. Brontes positioned himself between us and the door. Both of them were protective as always.

“What the hell was that?!” Helena cried out.

An ear-piercing siren began blaring, causing me to jump.

“Is that an emergency alarm?” Brontes shouted over the noise.

Helena nodded grimly. “Last time it went off was when Fannar’s parents sent a yeti to kill me.”

The ceaseless alarm grated on my nerves. “What should we do?” I chewed my bottom lip.

Fannar hesitated. “Usually, we’re supposed to go to the gym, but we’re already—”

Before he could utter the last word, the wall beside us warped and bent. We recognized the sign now—the precursor of a Cosmic Enchanted’s portal forming in our presence.

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