Page 23 of Ice Palace Prince
My cock hardened as we kissed and slick started to gather at my entrance. I wanted—needed—this alpha. I’d missed my chance all those years ago, but I wouldn’t let that happen a second time.
Kissing wasn’t enough. I needed to feel Lowel’s skin against my own. I turned and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, opening them blindly until I was able to tug his undershirt up and run my hands over his chest.
I groaned as I felt a light smattering of hair under my fingertips; muscles under a touch of softness.
Then Lowell’s hand slid up my back under my sweater, and it was as if all my desire centered on that touch. It was a burning point of contact that made me whine.
“Lowell…”
His answering growl sent shivers down my spine. Then I gasped as his arm tightened around me and he stood.
I wrapped my legs around him and held tight as he carried me down the hall towards the bedroom. This was really happening.
Lowell turned on the light with his elbow and closed the door with his heel, not breaking contact with me until he set me on his bed and pulled my sweater over my head.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” he asked as his eyes traveled over me.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t want to wait any longer.
Lowell pulled his shirt the rest of the way off while I shimmied out of my pants. Then I scooted back on the bed while he pushed his own pants off and I got my first look at his cock.
That cock was definitely going to destroy me in the best way possible. It was long and thick, and his knot was already bulging slightly in anticipation.
He crawled across the bed, pinning me beneath him for another series of kisses.
Then he rolled his hips down, our cocks sliding together, and it was like my entire body lit up with electric sparks.
I clawed at his back as he ground against me, moaning into the kisses. I was already close just from that, and I needed his knot.
“Lowell… Please…” I gasped, coming up for air. “Need you.”
He nodded and kissed me again, then scooted towards a nightstand.
I turned over and started prepping myself, not wanting to wait even a second longer than necessary.
A deep growl caught my attention and I turned to see Lowell watching me.
“Fuck that’s sexy,” he rumbled, eyes nearly black with desire.
I moaned, scissoring myself open as fast as I dared, curling my fingers to hit my sweet spot. If my alpha enjoyed the show, then I’d make it a good one.
He ripped the condom packet open, and for a moment I felt annoyed. I didn’t want a condom, I wanted to feel his seed fill me properly.
I pushed the feeling aside. If he wanted to wear it, then we’d have that discussion another time.
I watched him roll on the blue latex. Then he cursed.
“Damnit,” he growled. “It tore.”
He moved to the nightstand again, then an even deeper growl of frustration. “Fuck. They’re expired. I thought they were still good.”
“I don’t care,” I replied, shifting so he could see me still prepping. “Please Lowell.”
He hesitated a moment. “Are you sure? You could get pregnant.”
Somehow that sounded like a great idea. “Please…”
He shivered and moved to the V between my legs.
