Page 104 of Ice Rebel

“Put me down or else.”

“Hmmm… Okay.” I stormed toward the tunnel, moving off the ice and toward a set of bleachers when I smacked my butt down on the hard surface, forcing her to straddle me. “I put you down.”

She took several gasping breaths while flinging her arms over my shoulders. “Such an evil man.”

“Just a rebel, sweetheart.” When I pulled her back and forth across my crotch, her eyes took on even more playful fury.

“I can see that.” She decided to further torment me. I’d given her one of my jerseys to wear since the clothes she’d brought with her wouldn’t cut it on the ice. The air was frosty, but either she didn’t notice given our extreme body heat or didn’t care.

In a flash, she ripped off the sweater, tossing it aside. With a scoot backward, she drove my cock to the breaking point from the friction she created. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra.

Ah, shit. This was going to end entirely differently than I’d originally thought. What the hell? I’d never fucked a hot girl in a skating rink before. And she wasn’t just any girl.

She was definitely, one hundred percent my mate.

There was something freeing about the idea, knowing that I’d already taken her in the most carnal of manners, which was usually reserved for after an understanding had been reached. That much I knew about the typical mating process. Yet we were anything but typical since she wasn’t a shifter and up until a few days ago, she’d never known I existed. After that? Well, I guess my sister would call it something like enemies to lovers, although there was nothing real or tangible for us to hate each other over.

She’d simply thought me an arrogant playboy. And my thoughts? Well, they no longer mattered.

I rubbed my hands down her back, feeling every inch of her incredible soft skin. She offered a moan in return while leaning closer and daring to blow in my ear. Didn’t she understand that was one of several ways to turn a wolf into a primal beast? Maybe she just didn’t care.

The way she continually rubbed her body across my cock was all that I could think about since my dick was in intense pain.

Unable to keep from testing the darkness lurking inside, I fisted her hair, yanking until her back was in a deep arc. The move allowed her full breasts to position themselves inches away from my face, her plucky, hard, and rosy nipples causing my mouth to water.

While I knew we were all alone, at this point I wouldn’t have cared if an entire team of gruff hockey players was on the ice. She was mine and I was taking full advantage of the moment.

I flicked my tongue across one hardened bud, savoring the instant sweetness spotting my tongue. Damn if her scent wasn’t richer than before, another push that soon couldn’t be denied. I craved her like the air I needed to breathe.

Evidently, the surge in feelings was exactly what my brothers had been raving about.

As I pulled the tender tissue between my teeth, she offered a strangled moan. Sweet music to a man who often couldn’t care less. Every sound she made was fantastic. I sucked for a full thirty seconds before brushing my lips to her other nipple, biting down instead.

Her laughter was in direct contrast to how she was fighting with my hold. I refused to give in until I’d properly tormented both sweet bullets. Damn if I couldn’t do this all day long.

But with the constant throb in my cock, that wasn’t going to happen.

She shifted again on purpose while running her hands under my jersey. Fuck if she wasn’t as much on fire as I was. How was it possible we could create this much heat? If we weren’t careful, the building would catch fire.

It would seem we both couldn’t take it any longer. As soon as I released my hold, running my fingers through her long strands, she snapped her head up. The look in her eyes matched mine, as if she was part wolf. Wouldn’t that be a kick?

She didn’t waste any time, scooting back onto my knees and untying the string on my sweatpants. There was no conversation needed, no teasing that either one of us was interested in. We’d also had enough foreplay on the ice. This was all about the need for cold, hard fucking and I was all for it.

As soon as she exposed my cock, she threw her head back, allowing a deep howl that echoed in the tunnel. Her hand was tiny in comparison to mine, but she was a master of making me crazy. With her fingers wrapped around the shaft, she stroked up and down, squeezing as she did.

If she thought I would be able to take it much longer, she was crazy.

Her eyes remained wild, her mouth twisting as she added even more pressure. Small drops of pre-cum slipped from my slit and if her soft purrs were any example, she was very appreciative.

After darting her eyes toward mine, she raked her index finger through the string of semen, bringing the tip to her mouth.

Now her eyes were glassy from the same raging desire I felt, but soon they were half closed as she sucked on her finger. At some point, I would enjoy watching her for a long time doing exactly what she was doing, but right now, I didn’t have the willpower.

If she continued driving me crazy, I would come soon and I had no intention of doing so until I was buried deep inside of her. But damn it if she didn’t slip her other hand between my legs, rolling my balls between her fingers. She wasn’t kidding about driving me crazy.

Another squeeze with both hands and enough was enough.

Both hands on her hips, I jerked her onto her skates, cocking my head as I did. “You should have learned.”