Cold Queen - K Webster Page 0,26
He flicks his fiery eyes my way, making every icy part inside of me melt under his gaze.
His finger circles one of my nipples and it hardens. I ache for him to touch me there, but he ignores my silent pleas. Instead, he caresses my other breast with a single finger, once again ignoring my hard nipple. When his head lowers, his hot breath tickling my bare flesh, I let out a whine as I yank against my restraint.
“Ryke,” I choke out, my back arching up to encourage him to put his mouth on me.
“Beg for it, snowflake.”
I bite on my bottom lip and shake my head. Oh, how I do love to give it right back to him. His amber orbs darken with lust before he gently bites my nipple and tugs.
“Have it your way,” he growls hotly against my flesh.
A loud whimper crawls out of me when he moves away from my breasts. My breath is stolen the moment his soft lips press to my ribs. Heat radiates from his mouth and I wonder if he’s summoning his fires or if he truly is just that hot. He parts his lips and flicks out his tongue, tickling my flesh. I squirm and let out a giggle that has my breasts quivering. He darts his eyes to mine. Briefly, they flash with a kind, gentle look. One that contradicts the bold man who has me tied to my bed. In one fleeting expression, he vows to take care of me.
“Spread your pretty thighs for me,” he rumbles. “I need to see what’s mine.”
How he reduces me to a begging, trembling, aching mess is beyond me. If it were anyone else, I’d kill them. Not Ryke Bloodsun, King of the Volcs. Truth Seeker and fire maker. Bossy, infuriating man. Breathtakingly beautiful.
When I don’t obey him, he digs his powerful fingers into my thighs and wrenches them apart. A shameful heat races across my skin, warming me up without his help. The scent of my arousal is thick in the air and I want to shy away from him. One look, though, at his hungry features and I brave through the uncomfortable moment. He positions himself between my legs, bringing his mouth to my center.
“You’re wet,” he growls, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “Convenient as I’m parched, my queen.”
My queen.
I can’t help but flutter my eyes closed the moment his lips brush against my sex. His tongue licks me along my opening and then circles around the bud of pleasure he already owns.
“Ryke!” I cry out, opening my eyes to stare at him.
He shoves my thighs up and out, opening me to him like a flower. This ravenous king wastes no time seeking what it is he’s after. And he has no problems finding it either. The man sucks and bites and licks forbidden places that have me nearly in tears with pleasure. When his thick finger breaches my opening, I whimper.
“Shhh, my lover,” he whispers against the place that aches for him. “I want to make you scream.”
The burn of his finger as it reaches into my depths has hot tears rolling down my temples. Despite the pain he’s causing, he’s not doing it cruelly. I soon learn his probing has purpose. Within me, he finds a place that seems to throb for his touch. When he presses against it, I lose all sense of reality. I jolt off the bed, let out a scream of pleasure, and spin in the dark fog of ecstasy. It isn’t until I hear him chuckling that I come to. I blink open my eyes to see that his hair is dusted in snow and the entire room glows light blue. The fire has been snuffed out of the fireplace.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he says, sliding his finger from within me and giving me a playful wink that has my womb clenching with need.
Instead of replying to his remark, knowing I’m not going anywhere until he allows it, I track him as he makes his way over to the fireplace. Both of his hands glow orange-red and he kneels at the hearth. A hot flash bursts through the room as he ignites the fire again. Then, he stands and begins shedding his clothes. I can’t help but drink in his perfect form.
Broad shoulders. Muscular chest. Strong arms.
He pushes his trousers down and his cock bobs out eagerly. I’m fixated on it. I’ve never seen one up close. Sure, I’ve seen the Eyes of