Page 113 of Ice Rebel

When I touched his face, lightly brushing my fingers across his stubbled cheek, I could feel the tension and resentment in him. “You’re very talented, Cole. I know your parents want you to be happy and if that means sacrificing more, then they will.”

“I feel like I owe them everything.”

“Which is why you work so hard to prove yourself.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Are you playing psychiatrist now? As my mother said and her word is law: No business.”

With my other hand, I saluted. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, I like it when you call me sir.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” I backed away, scanning the rest of the room. Where my childhood bedroom at the house in LA had been turned into a library, his had been left so both he and his children could enjoy the memories. How special. Something caught my eye and I burst into laughter.

“What?”

“Oh, my God. You do not have a poster of Bruce Willis on your wall.”

Cole seemed mortified, his mouth dropping open. “I am going to kill my sister.” Before he had a chance to tear it down, I grabbed his arm. The electricity was even stronger than before.

With a slight but definite growl, he pushed me onto the bed.

“Stay right there or else.” He crawled off, backing toward the door. When he locked it, I lifted my head.

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

“My room. My rules.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Do you really need me to answer that for you?” Instead of crawling on top, he laid down on the bed with his arms behind his head. The glint in his eyes allowed me to know exactly what he wanted. For me to ride him like a wild horse.

Only I had something else in mind, the very sinful thing I’d hungered to do for well over twenty-four hours.

I straddled him but without removing a single piece of clothing. When I leaned over, dragging my hair across his face and chest, he skipped growling as usual, only offering a dark, mostly evil laugh.

“Be a very good boy and you shall be rewarded.” I raked one hand down his chest, kneading his muscles through his shirt.

“What exactly does that entail?”

“Remaining still and keeping your arms over your head.”

“What if I can’t?”

While taking a deep breath, I unfastened his belt, every few seconds darting my eyes toward him. “Then I’ll stop.”

As expected, he allowed a single growl. If he thought that he was going to scare me or convince me to change my mind, he was dead wrong. “One tough girl.”

I jerked the belt free, laughing as I did. “You should have figured that out.” His eyes never left me as I unfastened his jeans, teasing him just enough by taking my time unzipping and tugging on the material.

At least he was attempting to follow my rules for a change. He was already hard by the time I exposed his cock, my mouth watering almost instantly. I’d never been much into giving head, but with him, I’d been waiting for the right moment.

Maybe my choice of timing wasn’t the best, but I couldn’t help myself. He was just that tempting. I rolled my pinky around his cockhead, enjoying how his entire body twitched. His balls were already swollen and, unable to resist, I slipped my hand under them. My short laugh brought a deep grumble from the powerful wolf.

Now I felt as if I could use the phrase and not experience heart palpitations.

Even more than ever, I craved seeing the furry beast living inside of him, but first things first. As soon as I squeezed his balls, he lifted his hips. I couldn’t ding him for the simple act. More reflex than anything.

I scooted down further so I could run my finger down the underside of his shaft, savoring the scent of him. All masculine musk, his aftershave offering a respite of sandalwood and sin. While I stroked him, rolling my hand up and down his dick, his breathing changed.