Page 105 of Ice Rebel

“Did you ever stop to think maybe I don’t want to?” She didn’t ask me to yank down her jeans, doing so herself until the dense material was straddling her ankles. We were both suddenly frantic, every sound indicating we were crazed with need.

Her chest rose and fell as she wrapped her fingers around my cock again, this time placing the tip against her wetness.

I could drink in her scent all day long. As soon as she pushed my cockhead just inside her tight channel, the dam broke and I dragged her down on my lap.

“Fuck,” I threw out, angry breaths leaving my lungs.

Panting, she draped her arms over my shoulders, bucking hard against me until I was fully seated inside. “You’re so big.”

She knew how much bigger my dick could become, but right now wasn’t about knotting her. I couldn’t take the risk of someone coming into the rink. I could only imagine that on the front page of the Seattle paper or splashed across one social media page or another.

I rubbed my hands up and down her back, savoring the way the excessive heat spiraled down my fingers to my arms and all the way to my groin.

My fingers were digging into her skin of her hips with my other hand, holding her in place. As if either one of us was about to go anywhere. She pulled up to standing position, leaving only the tip inside. She was enjoying being somewhat in control, but as soon as she sat down, her pussy muscles clamped around my dick like a tight vise.

We both took gasping breaths, her head lowering slowly until our foreheads were pressed together. The feel of being inside of her, of filling her so completely was something I would relish when together. Hell, I’d fantasize about fucking her just like this.

In an empty ice rink when nothing else mattered but the two of us. Our pleasure.

Our intense need.

The moment was crazy, leaving me breathless and as she started rocking her body, she lifted her head. Every time we locked eyes, I was looking directly into her soul. This was the mischievous side of her, the one that I’d never expected to see.

Not when at the point I’d thought she’d longed to castrate me.

She was enjoying herself, her luscious breasts still in my face. My mouth watered to suckle on her nipples for a long damn time. But I had to admit, there was nothing like the feeling of being deep inside of her.

With her doing all the work, I was allowed to enjoy the moment, which was entirely selfish of me, but this was a gift. Why not take advantage of it? She tossed her head back and forth as she ground herself against me, every sound she made enticing my wolf.

He wanted more than anything to rise to the surface. Hell, no. Maybe I’d allow her to see my beast, but not while sharing passion. He could fucking forget about it.

We rocked hard and fast, leaving me with beads of sweat running down both sides of my face. I was at the point of being unable to control any aspect of my body when she slowed her rhythm, dropping her head so she could whisper in my ear. “Is that too tough for you, Rebel boy?” A dart of her tongue into the shell of my ear and I was firmly at the point of losing it.

A distraction was needed so I stood, taking her with me. Even walking toward the ice. I’d never fucked on skates before. What the hell.

“Oh, what are you doing?” Her demand brought out more of the beast in me.

“Giving you the full rink effect. Plus, I don’t want to ruin my skates.” Once I stepped on the ice, she squeezed her thighs against me. I had to be careful with my sweats hanging around my ankles, but I wasn’t going far. No need.

But I did spin around in a couple of circles, which made her squeal all over again. As the sound echoed in the rink, I took full control, mastering the art of fucking her on the ice.

She clung to me, fingers tangled in my hair, eyes wild and her lips twisted, swollen from kissing. She was a disheveled mess and I loved every second of being the reason for it. I wasn’t gentle. The time for that was over.

I simply fucked her long and hard, keeping what little control I had until I sensed she was about to orgasm. With her eyes rolling in the back of her head, she started panting, putting everything into the rowdy sounds.

Her body tensed, her lips pursing into a perfect O and soon, she was trembling in my hold as a climax swept through her.

Even her skin was shimmering, luminous, and all I could think about was how things between us would change. She was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to enjoy.

Mine.

As the thought brought even more possessive needs into my system, there was no holding back. I spun in one last circle while my legs shook. And the moment I erupted deep inside, she threw her head back and for whatever reason, she howled.

Maybe thirty seconds later, a silence settled between us as we both struggled to catch our breath. Her laughter was soft. “I’ve never… had such a… wild…”

“Good,” I told her. “What happens in this rink stays in this rink.”

Another laugh bubbled to the surface, but this time it was cut short by a loud sound.