Page 15 of Ice

“Fuck.” Kole turns suddenly and slams his fist into the wall. He leaves it there for a moment, touching the slick green concrete. Then he lets his arm fall to his side.

He’s bruised. Blood drops onto the floor.

Instead of standing, I crawl over to him and run my hands up his large trunk-like leg. When I reach his dangling fingertips, I slot my hand into his and bring his knuckles to my lips.

He looks down at me, but does not smile. Instead, he closes his eyes.

Looking at him from this angle, my body starts to respond before I can tell it not to.

As if all the pent up rage and fire and fury inside me needs to find a way out, it settles between my legs and makes me reach for his belt.

“Nova…” Kole growls. But he’s already getting hard. I can see the outline of his cock as it grows thicker and more visible inside his pants. “Not here. We should…”

“What?” I look around. “Find a way out? That’s not going to happen, is it?”

He braces one hand on the wall and watches as I take his index finger into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

I start to suck. Hard. Then I move my lips to his knuckles and gently kiss the graze. When the blood is gone, but the taste is still on my tongue, I stand and kiss him. Deep, hard, pressing my entire body against his so my nipples stiffen and my back arches.

At first, Kole doesn’t attempt to touch me. He stands stock still as if he’s just waiting for me to stop. To realize this is a stupid idea.

But if there’s one thing we do well – my mates and I – it’s pass the time with orgasms.

And right now, we need to pass the fucking time or I’ll go crazy thinking about the mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.

“You shouldn’t,” Kole breathes, as I move his hand to unfasten my jeans.

I want his fingers between my legs.

I want him making fast delicious circles around my clit.

I want…

“Nova, if you…” Kole’s hand stiffens. He meets my gaze. He is as hungry as I am, and his eyes dart to my throat. “If you come, your wings…” Now he looks at the cuff on my wrist. “You struggle to control them at the best of times but with Miranda’s spell…”

I screw my eyes shut and almost growl with frustration.

I bite my lower lip.

My inner thighs are throbbing. I am desperate for release, but he’s right; I can’t have it. Not now.

And that makes me want it even more.

I inhale slowly and shake my arms, trying to free some of the molten fireworks that are skittering beneath my skin. “Then, I guess I’ll just have to make do with watching you have all the fun.”

I drop back to my knees.

Kole shakes his head, but doesn’t object for long when I unfasten his pants and pull his cock free.

As I close my fist around him, and spit on the head of his cock to moisten it, he puts his hands on his hips and thrusts them forward.

“Hands or lips?” I ask, cupping his balls with my other hand because if I don’t, I’ll start touching myself, and I’m not allowed to do that right now.

“Lips,” he says, barely audibly. “Always lips.”

With a grin, I tilt my head and very slowly nibble the inside of his thighs. When I reach his balls, I take them into my mouth and use my tongue to tease them while I leisurely fist his cock.